People have been talking to their dead friends and relatives since the dawn of time. It gives them comfort and allows them to reflect...if but for a moment...peaceful memories. It is a time for their soul to connect with the soul of their beloved. Perhaps the departed person "talks" back, perhaps not. Who are we to say, until it is us sitting at that spot. Years later as a licensed funeral director I would remember that day. I was forced along my journey to deconstruct my life and to reconstruct it. I had tough lessons to learn along the way. Spending many hours every week amongst the dead had very little impact on me, a cold callous young man who knew it all. Then one day my boss challenged me to find meaning in my job, and perhaps find a purpose for my life. He suggested I look deeper into the lives of the people I was burying. Could the very dead help even me? If I "listened" to them through the files we kept, would they "talk" to me? Could I learn of their successes and failures? More importantly, would I apply what I learned? Read our adventures. See what you think.