[ WP ] You are born without a soul . While this causes a lot of issues with your state of mind and your relationship with religion , there is one benefit in particular that makes you useful in a way .

And it was summer, too. It's always a pity when it's summer. The young have so much life ahead of them, and when does fate decide to cut that short? Summer; ice cream vans have become ironic undertakers in recent times. Parents never seem to want to go with their kids for ice cream. They could avoid the grief. My friend, he does n't quite understand that. He is just looking across the table from me with that silly lopsided grin he always wears. It would be endearing, but I am not the kind that takes well to hopeful gazes. 
 
 
 `` Mickey, you got ta lighten up. A job like yours, it'll crush a man's soul.'' 
 He takes a swig of cider, and I join him. He's a good kid. I know that. He is the closest thing to friend I understand. I'm late, regardless, and I leave him to his company. The drive is long, but not unpleasant. A slight wind amplifies through the open window, and cools the sweat on my brow. I pull into the parking lot ahead of the family and begin walking to the grave, passing rows of people like me. Husks of times old. I take up my shovel and guard the grave. Kim; the girl's name is Kim. Was Kim. The coffin is carried up by crying people, and the sun graces the group with an insulting presence. Words are said, and the coffin is lowered. I dip my head and begin my work, striking the box with dirt. Her name is Kim. I remember the name, as I remember the rest. Why I do is beyond me. 
 
 
 ( Sorry if it's short. I just wanted to give the prompt a go. )
