Jeremy Laurie

September 15th, 1995

Dear Diary,

Dear Mona (sorry I forgot, it's been a long day)

Today I met a very interesting character. I mean, as you and I both know, Mona (it feels good to finally give you a name) I meet a lot of people with the profession I have chosen. Though I suppose Most would not refer to them as people anymore, giving them my own background story is highly entertaining. I mean apart from you, the people who come through my office (if I can call it that) are the only people I really communicate with. Working in a Morgue? Not the career of a very social person.

(I just laughed, it has been a while.)

Anyways, this body was sent in to me just a couple hours before closing. It had a bullet wound about three inches above the heart. I was not to give an autopsy, I was told only to put him into the cold chamber, and the other pathologist, Richard would inspect him the next morning.

As I was pushing him along across the white room to his icy cave, I couldn't help but notice the look on his face. It was an expression of true sadness, no anger, fuck, despair fear (Sorry Mona I really should invest in an eraser.) He had thick red hair, and was a fairly small man. He had a tattoo of a lion on the right side of his chest. The lion was not fierce or angry like most lions. This one was tame and content. I wondered how he had passed. I suspect he was killed by his wife. Her name was probably Tracy, or maybe Lisa. She was insane. She had cancer, or something life threatening. Keith (That is what I named him, he looked like a friend I had as a child named Keith) however, found it more important to go out and hunt, and get drunk with his pals than be with his wife. They had one kid. His name was Will. He was only thirteen years of age, but was already resenting his father. One day Lisa (actually, her name is not important, perhaps I will just call her 'woman') got news from her doctor that she had only a couple of months left to live. The news was devastating to Keith and he became very angry began to drink more and more. Woman became angry with Keith. One night woman and Keith got in a big argument. Keith struck woman two times, and she fell to the floor. While on the floor she looked to the doorway and saw William standing with tears in his eyes. Woman stood up, went to the shed, grabbed Keith's hunting rifle, returned to the house and shot twice. One bullet missed Keith and broke a lamp, but the second hit Keith, three inches above the heart. Two days later woman died. I do not know what happened to William.

Wow, that story was like something I would have written in second grade. But I truly did feel strangely connected to this body. It felt like I had lived the tragedy myself. I don't know what it was. I took the bullet out of his chest and kept it. It is still in my pocket. Mona do I need friends? Boy I wish you could talk to me. If you were real I wonder what you would look like. I will never drink after meeting Keith. I do not want us to turn into Keith and woman. I know I've only known you for a couple of months now, but this part of the evening is defiantly my favourite. Anyways, It's getting late. I have to get up early so I can give Keith a proper burial no, I will call it a funeral, before Richard gets his hands on him. I love you.

That is us. I can't show your face. I've never seen it.

Ok. Goodnight.

Willy