The old man treks the same route day after day, looking for something that is no longer there. Something that he lost inside of the Funeral Home has gone forever. Hudson was a man of details and a love of his craft that he had wanted to pass on to young apprentices. In the backroom of his business, he trained them with an unorthodox method to learn how to respect the dead. Not everyone got it though.
This was an idea from a Reedsy Prompt which suggested a short story about a Funeral College. For a long, long time I have had this character in my head, of an old man who just carries around a coffin with him wherever he goes, and basically lives out of it. I didn’t quite take it all that way, but I used him as an example of someone who has to bear a burden in life, even if it forced upon him.
He is a man who is used to dealing with death, but can’t handle it when he is unable to prevent it. It was an interesting concept that I had. It really is simply all about the burden of guilt and the loss of everything. At the same time I didn’t want to make it too dark of a story, just trying to keep it on an emotional, sensitive, personal level by creating a great man of respect who wants to do the right thing for everyone who comes his way.