[Ridiculous]

Aisley had turned the phone into Mr. Iwanski and promptly forgotten about it. She knew he would take care of it.

She had finished cleaning up the catering from Mr. Prince's service, and even though it wasn't good conduct she put all of the leftover strawberries in a bag to take home. There was quite a few, when Mr. Iwanski saw her with the bag he chuckled but otherwise said nothing about her sweet-tooth. He allowed her to take home food that was leftover from services sometimes because he personally hated wasting food, but his wife would grumble if he ever brought leftovers home.

Aisley spent the rest of the evening cleaning up the service hall and chapel and helping Mr. Iwanski go through all the paperwork. He had quite a few burials to attend to this week.

At around six the phone rang. Mr. Iwanski always attended to the phone calls, he was well aware of Asiley's dislike for human interaction. He passed Aisley some forms to be labeled and mailed off as he picked up the phone with his free hand.

"Oak Hill funeral home, Mr. Iwanski speaking, how may I help you?"