‘Back in Ancient Egypt, working with the dead was a very, very special profession, whereas now you’re reviled. You don’t want to say “I love my job” because that makes it sound like you’re saying “I’m really happy that your loved one died!”’ The smile that is usually so warm is repurposed here as sarcastic and ghoulish. ‘But you feel protective over the dead. Kind of like, I will take care of you because no one else will. How do you celebrate work that has essentially come from someone else’s pain?’
