I’m a Cleaner.  I go into a house and clean it up after somebody’s died.  Usually violently.  Mostly suicides, but we get a good percent of our business from homicides, too.  I do travel a bit.  Mostly just in this part of the country.  I go to St. Louis a lot.  Memphis.  I’ve been as far south as New Orleans.  But I wouldn’t go there now.  Usually I’m home on the weekends, though I tend to make my weekends when I can.  A lot of people die on the real weekends.  Tuesdays and Wednesdays, those are the quiet days.  Don’t know why.  What we do is go in and clean everything up.  The body’s always gone, and they get all the big pieces, too.  That’s the guys at the morgue’s job.  Man, now there’s a job I wouldn’t want.  You know, really, by the time we get there, it’s not really that bad.  We’re not scrubbing carpet.  What usually happens is it’s pretty much a remodel job.  We usually hire some locals to come in and do the drywall work.  I mean, yeah, you gotta take the drywall out.  Guy blows his head off with a shotgun, you got all these pellet holes everywhere.  You gotta think, each one of those pellets that went through the drywall, they got little bits of that guy’s brains on ‘em.  That’s not the kinda of thing his widow wants to realize when she sees you’ve just used some plaster patch and a fresh coat of paint.  The carpet’s gotta go.  I mean, that goes without saying.  Sometimes we have to replace furniture.  We try to get it to look as close as it was before.  That’s the whole point.  You want the room to look exactly as it did before.  Everything the same.  As if nothing happened.  That’s really hard.  Some of that stuff is just hard to replace.  I mean, hope to hell they got none of those ceramic figurines… you know the birds and the little Dutch boy and the little Dutch girl leaning over and kissing each other.  Yeah, that crap you bring back from vacations that reminds you what a good time you had in Miami or Houston, or someplace like that.  You can never find that stuff again.