He has touched thousands of corpses. Those men and women who love to play and mess around, all end up rotting in the crematorium.
He took over a man, 36 years old, married with children, who didn't care about the heirs at home and played outside every day. His wife asked him not to mess around, but he didn't listen. He basically didn't go home every day and didn't do anything serious.
Slowly, he found that something was wrong with him.
When I went to see him off, I lifted the list and knew that he had died of another bad disease.
It was just like going to the seafood market and smelling the smell of stinky seafood.
The inner thighs were full of festering pustules, which healed and rotted, rotted and healed, over and over again.