The temperature had dropped.
It wasn't late autumn, nor the beginning of winter, but the true onset of winter.
In cold weather, as long as the wind wasn't too strong, basking in the sun outside was much more comfortable than being in a chilly room.
At this moment, Paul and Ron were sitting on small stools in the yard. Last month was very busy, to the point where they sometimes wished they could squeeze in with the "guests" on the gurney for a quick nap.
Just recently, things had quieted down a bit.
Of course, as experienced funeral parlor staff, they knew that this would be their last bit of leisure for the year. Many elderly people wouldn't make it through the deep winter to early spring.
