Confessions of an L.A. Funeral Director

Its rainy. The oncoming headlights are blinding me. I have to stay awake. Its 2:00 A.M. and less than two feet behind me is the body of a woman scheduled for burial in about six hours...A 24 year-old Hispanic male has taken a bullet to the head. A drug deal gone bad. The Mortician in charge has done a remarkable job hiding the head wound. The wound is invisible...This was no White House on Pennsyl...