📘 My story will start in 2000.Im a funeral director by profession, and I was employed with a prominent funeral home in San Francisco, for several years. I had a nice home, money, nice vehicle, and all the trimmings. I worked very hard for the position that I had with a funeral home in San Francisco.The year was especially hard for me as the owner, Mrs. Williams, had lung cancer and did not have long to live. We had grown to love each other, and she took me as a daughter as she did not have any children, and no one in their family was interested in the business. Mrs. Williams trusted me to supervise her business. She always said to me that when she turned sixty-five, I would take over the business.