Chapter 50: As good have grown there still a lifeless rib. – IX, 1154
Peter Lewis is not a simple man.
Others might have you believe he is, as he works a seemingly simple job, lives in a simple flat and does not keep very interesting company.
But he is not simple, no.
For Peter Lewis is a man all too familiar with death. One might say even comfortable.
Apart from being an amateur taxidermist, Peter has worked at High Gate Cemetery for most of his life, tending to the grounds and graves. Essentially making sure the dead rest in comfort and splendor.
It is a point of great pride for him, this job, and he receives ample commendation for it. Not only from the people in whose employ he finds himself, but also from the visitors of the restful.
They thank him for taking care of the flowers they bring, for polishing the tombstones, for preventing corrosion to the mausoleums. As for his employers, they show their thanks with a lovely salary and a bonus every Christmas.