I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned it before but my teenage years were spent living above a funeral home in my home town of Ashville, Ohio. It’s true. My parents divorced and I spent my entire high school years living above the funeral home where my mom rented the apartment upstairs from her friend and boss, the funeral director. He’d recently bought a house for his growing family and as ours had just “shrunk”, we were offered their old apartment over the funeral home. I can definitely say that my viewpoint of death was altered from those years. If I had to put a word on it… I think I “revere” it more now and that’s probably why I delve into genealogy like I do. I want to learn their stories, what they did, who they were, who they loved…. it all matters. That’s what I took away from those funeral home years.