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About an hour after the place had opened, her mother had come by and dropped off a nice blouse, a skirt, and some shoes for her to be buried in, though she was told that the shoes might not be necessary depending on the final decision that would be made regarding whether the lower half of the casket would remain open or not. She had said that she’d leave the matter up to them and had left, still stricken with grief over the whole ordeal. The pair sat the dead girl up and unbuttoned the top of her pajamas, pulling her arms out of the shirt and then pulling it away behind her. In case the family might later want it, the put it in a box along with a few other personal effects that wouldn’t need to be buried with her. Raising her hips, they slid the soft pants down past her thighs, over her knees, and down over her toe-tagged feet, putting them away in the same box. Now, she lay naked and exposed in the cool, tiled room. The large scar and stitch-work from her autopsy was now clearly visible, and while sometimes they would use makeup to cover something like this up, her chosen style of dress made this effectively unnecessary. Saema was sat up once more and the director got out a simple black bra that was the perfect size for her pert breasts and began fitting it in place and getting it clasped. Her cold, autopsied corpse was like nothing more than a doll that they were manipulating to be put on display, and as he finished clasping the bra in place, Kim began working an adult diaper past her tagged feet, ankles, and slowly up her legs, wiggling it into place and then double-checking the adhesive. This was followed in due course by a simple white pair of panties. “While we’ve got her sat up like this, let’s get her top on,” the funeral director mature said dryly. The blouse her mother had chosen for her was simple, but elegant - a black, silky Big Tits fabric with dark-red rose vine-like floral pattern to it. While Kim carefully lifted her arms up over her head, the other man began working the top in place, past her arms and long brown hair, and then letting it fall around her pale figure. The medium-length red skirt the mother had chosen would fit perfectly with this, and after lowering her back down onto the cold slab, they were soon to find out. Her srt was pulled out from the box her mom had dropped off and slid past her cool, bare feet, past her ankles and up her smooth legs and thighs, and then snuggly fit around her hips. “Cora should be here around 11:20, so she can touch up any makeup she thinks needs doing.” “Right,” Mr. Kim replied. “She looks good. We’ve got it pretty easy with her compared to a few of our other clients.” Cora was the beautician that they used for most all of their clients (unless the client or their family had a specific person in mind) and no one ever doubted that she did fantastic work. However, this was a small town and Cora also ran a small salon, so they found themselves at her mercy schedule-wise. In any event, they would leave Saema laying on the slab for a little while as they went to see to a few other matters, waiting for Cora to return and finish the job on preparing her for her wake. Cora was running a few minutes late when she flew into one of the spaces out back and put her red Jetta in park. She fired off a text to a friend of hers to let her know that she might be a few minutes late to do her hair because of a fender-bender down near Main Street and then dropped her smartphone in her purse. “Alright, let’s get this over with,” she muttered to herself, obviously not in the best of moods, as she got out, locked up her car, and came up the back steps. As was typical, the funeral home had sent her some photos of the body (nothing indecent, of course, for legal reasons) as well as basic instructions left by her family so that she could make preparations and come with what she would need to prepare the decedent for her wake and funeral service. This was important because there were many shades of makeup, concealer, eye-liner, and more that she had available, but toting all of it around was largely unnecessary. Cora, therefore, had a small hand-bag with what she had decided she would need, and she didn’t estimate that getting Saema ready would be all that much of a challenge. Since Saema’s body had already been prepared and refrigerated several times over, the main indian challenge Cora had with her was restoring a more life-like color to her. Thankfully, her death hadn’t been incredibly traumatic, and the main area that would need special attention was her neckline. After a brief conversation with Mr. Kim, she was left alone with Saema’s body, laying on the mortuary slab, and she quickly got to work. Several different types of makeups, concealers, and tone eveners were brushed on and worked into the skin of her hands and arms, which would be visible during her viewing. A coral-toned lip gloss was applied to her lips, giving them a more subtle look that didn’t scream “Dead body!” A light rouge was added to flush out her cheeks a little and a very small bit of mascara and eye-liner was done to bring a bit of color back. Her neck, of course, required several different layers of caking and evening to cover up the red marks that were telltale signs of her strangulation, but when she stepped back to look Saema over, she thought she had done a fine job. No indication was provided as to what nail color the girl should wear during her viewing and funeral service, but Cora had decided that since her hands would be visible while she was on display, she would simply go with the approximate color that she had been wearing at the time of her death. It was around indian 11 now and Aunt Sheen told me that I could sleep in Dee’s room on the second floor. He guided it with his hand and bucked his hips upward, filling her wet cunt with himself. Muscle with benefits,” Rev said. Shadows stabbed. He was fat-cocked, and his prick was a lot bigger than his fingers. Her hips were feminine and her stomach had a slight round tummy when she stood that didn’t crease when she sat. 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