None Yet

Grace sighed and opened her laptop. She was surrounded by stacks of old newspapers, men's fashion magazines, aged bills and various other documents; each of which had to be catalog

"Get to work," she instructed herself.

Thanks to a healthy severance plan she had been able to leave the monotony of a regular nine to five and strick out on her own. Her choosen venture had been, as her mother put in, a bit more than weird but down right morbid.

But despite that, it had been profitable and as far as her father was concerned, anything that prevented her from moving back home - like her older brother - was a stand-up gig.

She got referrals from the usual places; funeral homes and florist. But her best and most profitable source of new business was word of mouth.