I never thought of a funeral home as a place for philandering, but that all changed one warm night in June. I was the designated late director for the evening. The funeral home was quite large and included a cemetery. With such a large staff and several visitations, the funeral directors worked a rotating late-evening schedule.
After checking in on my family visitation, I headed down the long, dark hallway to enter the embalming room. I usually wanted to make sure things were in order, lights turned off and doors locked. As I approached the door, I heard strange sounds coming from inside. I assumed it was the radio as I opened the door.
What I found was one of our mortuary student interns and a police officer in the middle of a carnal act. The police officer was one of our regular officers who served as our after-hours security. It was obvious that I startled both ladies. I apologized for walking in and quickly excused myself.
I later learned that the funeral home proved to be more convenient, as both ladies had significant others at home. However, I will never be able to grasp the use of the embalming room. It is said that what goes around comes around. I guess this is true. It was later learned that the mortuary intern had a little hidden secret, herpes, that did not remain a secret for very long. In fact, I am sure that a number of funeral directors and other staff members had a difficult time explaining their breakouts to their significant others. It has even been reported that a mortuary school professor was also one of those affected.
I am not sure what ever happened to all of them. As for the mortuary student intern, I have heard she is now a licensed funeral director in or around Houston, Texas. Likewise, I believe the police officer is in the same area as well. However, I am not sure of the extent of their current relationship.
