One of the drawbacks of pretending to be mortals and operating a business, was that you had to follow the various laws mortals set down. They tended to be very strict about enforcing the ones surrounding morticians and their ilk, and while Papa Ghede understood it, and was pleased that they had respect for their dead, sometimes the paperwork and licenses gave him a headache.
He secured the ones he could in this building, and made a note in his phone to venture out again tomorrow for the remaining ones. He barely paid attention to the people getting in the lift, until another one like himself got on. He flicked his eyes up and glanced at her, which didn't tell him much.
Three others got off and then it was just the two of them. "Truthfully, the fighting tends to send them to me, cherie," he told her, smiling in return. But then the lift stopped, and he sighed. "Merde."