"Poor thing. I guess one man's trash is another man's treasure." I muttered to myself as I pulled the girl from the trash. I looked at her blank stare and decided to clean her up. Soon as she was in a state of usable, I went to town on her; every thrust was felt euphoric as my warmth and her cold touch was creating the ultimate pleasure. I moaned as I pulled out of her pussy, after everything I could've swore I saw her blank face smile. I cleaned her up again and carried her to my home to keep up in a more... comfortable setting.

An old friend of yours has invited you to her funeral. She looks so peaceful, her family has left and the funeral home was given 'special' instructions for you. What do you do now?