Who needs a boring old fireman calender when you could have this?
Are they bench-pressing coffins?
They can shoot me full of embalming fluids any day.
I want to be their pallbearer.
Talk about a case of rigor mortis.
Et cetera. Et cetera.
Wow… sexy guys even -I- wouldn’t touch.
Something about that is just really… creepy.
Why are guys who work at mortuaries buff?
(The only explanation I can think of is in case of zombies)
Corpses are heavy.
Those men are so cute!
At least one of them must be a necrophile.
At least one.
I’d let them formalda my hide.
I want them to burry me personally.
I’d cum back from the dead for these fellas.
Can my funeral have a happy ending?
I never realized my funeral would be the hardest part of having cancer.