Disturbing

Our building's parking area faces the back entrance to a funeral home. Much to my consternation, I recently discovered that said door serves as the dead body entrance (obviously, there are also live bodies that go through the entrance, but they are almost always accompanied by dead ones).

There are just some things you don't want to encounter on a Monday morning as you stumble out of your cozy apartment... one of those things is a smiling, mustached man in a gray suit struggling to pull a body in a flimsy cardboard box out of a minivan. It's even more disconcerting when you see him drop the cardboard box on the ground and you hear a loud thump, which you know to be the unmistakable sound of a head slamming against the pavement. After the box is uprighted, the smiling, mustached man turns to you, waves, and says good morning as if it were no big deal that there's a dead body in a cardboard box propped up against his minivan's bumper.

Yes, I know that he probably didn't give it a second thought (I'm sure it was nothing out of the ordinary for him), but I found the whole situation to be really damn creepy... and weird... and, well, just fucking disturbing.