A morgue. Gross. Betty didn't do the morgue thing. What with all the fluids and that. No, she had visited plenty of morgues in her day and they didn't so much bother her as they did other people. But there was a difference, Betty dealt with death and then it passed. A morgue was a place were death lingered on in the air.
Just. No.
But she didn't have it in her to explain what she really did. That wasn't this boy's business. Unless of course he died at some point before her eyes, or she ran into him again after he died. Then maybe. But now, no.
"It's winter, you should definitely go find a place. I recommend checking the obituaries. They really should just combine it with the real estate section."