Brian the morgue worker tells about his five day fling. Monday: I fell in love with the 2 pm guy. He was so beautiful. His cold, steel-blue eyes sunken deep into the grey visage of his death mask ensnared me the moment our gazes met. He’s mine for a week – then, forever lost. His name is Robert, according to his nametag. I call him Bobby.

Tuesday: I couldn’t get Bobby out of my mind last night. I just wanted to caress him, run my hands over his rigid body, share his coldness.

C wanted my help with two 11 am OD’d hookers. He was like: “Hey Brian, if they were alive, which would you have?”, and I was like: “Death is too good for them bitches”, and C was like: “You’re weird”.

We got a clean decap at 6 pm, just when my shift was about to end. It’s really rare, you know, getting decapitations these days, especially ones as clean as this. A real artist was at work here. I had a good laugh with C when I told him how I think it’s funny this guy’s head is all like: “Hey, where’s the rest of me? Hey? Hey?!”, but C didn’t laugh.

Bobby and I had our first kiss today. It was all I could hope for.

Wednesday: M called and effectively ruined my day. She complained about how I’m so behind with the welfare payments. And to think I was once married to the cow. I told her I’d pay next week, which is morgue-speak for “Stuff it, bitch”. I had a good laugh with C when I told him that, though C didn’t actually laugh.

I spent most of the time with Bobby, just holding hands and whispering sweet nothings in his ear. I quoted William Penn to him: “They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it”. He seemed to like it.

Boss came down today and complimented me on how good I’ve made my Bobby look. I got quite jealous and said under my breath that he’s mine. I don’t think boss heard me, but he did give me a weird glance nonetheless.

Thursday: The 12 pm was a beauty! He had his eyes gouged out and tongue ripped off. It was such a great-looking corpse that I took a couple of pictures. I’m definitely gonna put them up on MySpace.

Tonight is Bobby’s last night, so I’m gonna spend it with him. I’m gonna miss him so bad. I took three of his teeth as a memory. I’ll make them into a necklace and keep it close to my heart for the rest of my days.

M had called C and asked what the hell I was up to because I hadn’t answered my phone. I told C to tell M to mind her own business. C thinks I should go to therapy. Hah. Therapy’s for freaks.

Friday: Our night together was wonderful. I’m not going to share the details. It’s just too personal, if you know what I mean. But now a deep sadness has taken me over. I’m going to miss my Bobby. My one great love.

At 11 am I said my last goodbyes to my sweet.

Bobby was cremated at 3 pm. The fire that took him burns deep inside me, and the stab wounds that did him are etched forever in my heart.

I was consoled by the 5 pm corpse. He was a suicide, and the rope burns on his neck were certainly alluring. But I can’t give myself into a rebound relationship. It’s just too soon. The pain is too fresh.

R.I.P. Bobby – “Your still heart and mine – in rigor mortis forever”. [tags]morgue, death, love[/tags]