A mortician discovers he can hear the voices of the dead, and the bodies that pass through his morgue begin to speak to him. Each corpse brings a secret, a plea, or a warning, drawing him into mysteries that the living would rather keep buried.
Please. Easy on the face. It was expensive when I was alive, and it does not deserve to be restored like old furniture. Quiet. You can hear me? Fantastic. Wait. Not that foundation. That's for dry skin. I was never dry skin.
Also, inside jacket pocket. Phone. Now. Passcode? 0912. Miles' birthday. Don't let Vivian anywhere near that phone.
Who's Vivian? Trouble. she was trouble when I was alive and apparently death gave her a bigger stage Clara something's happening in the chapel a woman just walked in she says Julian was her fiance and she's
carrying his baby what baby I never touched that woman the funeral hasn't started and the And the lies are already here.