Your dead body is taken to the morgue. Free from the walls of the prison at last. The attendants here are priests. With old pale faces and long black robes. Some rogue brand of Catholic but with stranger ways. A man works to prepare you and you are unaware of this care. of the blades sinking deep.
Now its late at night. Only the janitor with her yellow bucket and slate blue work suit working down the halls with wet grinding swings.