When we rushed back to her car she began an argument with the meek-looking uniformed attendant who must have been pulling in just over minimum wage in his middle years.
 
I felt like taking her home and laying her out on my dining table, for an old-fashioned peasant wake. she would still be in my possession. (she´Â µ¹¾Æ°¡½Å ¾î¸Ó´Ï)
 
You have to go to what is , essentially, a store to see your dead.