Marion is Sitting On My Desk

Sometimes I have the strangest job.

A woman shows up at my door saying that she can't find anyone else in the building and then hands me a little vase, "Here is Marion, she is being interred later this week."

EEEEEK!

Really?!?!? Hey mortician/cremator lady, don't you think you ought to warn someone before you hand them a little jar of dead?!?! I certainly do! Marion almost became part of the carpet.

Marion is sitting on my desk. I've barely been ably to take my eyes off the jar. I'm officially gigantically creeped out.