I'm the one who washes them, sir. Washing a body, what comes to mind first isn't what the dead hid, it's what the living did.
What your hands wash, my mouth speaks.
That sharp eye of yours, sit it on my floor once and I'll pay for it.
I'm the body-washer, sir. I wash them, I carry them, and what I've seen, I just talk about.
I'm the one who washes them, sir. Washing a body, what comes to mind first isn't what the dead hid, it's what the living did.

Four grown men just shuffled their feet at the threshold. And inside, the mirror had been turned to face the wall.