Melancholia

I've always been uncomfortably close with death.

From losing my other half before either of us could drive, to my mother's act of "mercy" that nearly took me to my own grave with her, death has never been something I could escape.

Now, I work at Kindred Pines Mortuary, surrounded by the dead while haunted by the ghosts I can't bury.

Somehow, he knows death just as well as I do. Maybe better.

When I discover that a local suicide was actually murder, I never suspect the killer is close enough to ...