Jane dialed the number of the undertaker's office.

"Hello?" said a gentleman's voice.

"I'd like to know how much a casket costs," Jane said.

"You see, we offer all sorts of services. But we have a concrete price, depending on what you wish," said the man. "Please feel free to come by and see."

It's all wrong, thought Jane, disconnecting. She wanted... She hardly understood what she wanted. A few days before her friend had died. Of course Jane was at her funeral. At first she had been scared to enter the room, decorated with flowers, where the casket stood. But finally she did it.

The dead girl lay, like a living being, in a beautiful casket, decorated with white satin. She wore her white wedding gown, which she never came to use in its direct function. Her head rested on a small round pillow.

Jane had come early in the morning, so there was nobody around yet. She suddenly wanted to see what Maria, her friend, wore underneath the gown. She carefully lifted the coverlet, which covered the body up to the waist. The legs of the dead girl had white stockings on them. Jane lifted the gown a little and was surprised to see that it had been stitched to the casket.

Suddenly someone came in, and the girl pretended she was adjusting a bouquet of flowers, which lay at Maria's feet. Jane stayed in the room until the funeral began, and she watched them put the casket into the catafalque, which took it to the cemetery.

There was no defined reason why Jane came back to the mortuary after her friend's funeral was over. She wouldn't have been able to tell anyone why she did it, but she just knew that she must. She hid behind a pillar in the grand hall until the lights were turned off and the doors were shut for the night.

Jane heard the night guard walk into his room and then snores soon after. She stepped out of her shelter. It was absolutely quiet. The place was dark. She went along the hall. Most of the doors were locked. She soon reached the last door of the hall and tried to open it. It opened and she found herself in a large room filled with caskets of all shapes and colors.

Jane approached a beautiful blue casket. It was open and there was something in it. She pulled off the coverlet and remembered the picture she had seen in yesterday's paper headlined; "Sisters Anne and Lily Stone murdered at home, killer not found."

It was one of the sisters already prepared for the funeral. She was very pretty, and death seemed to have strengthened her beauty. She wore a blouse of white lace and a long skirt. The girl would have seemed to be sleeping if her face hadn't been paler than the coverlet. In the next casket was her sister, also with a coverlet over her body.

The next casket was empty. Jane touched the soft fabric of the upholstery. In a large package sitting next to it were a few pieces of clothing, probably prepared for a dead person. Surprised, Jane took out a bra and panties.

"Why not try them on?" Jane thought and, undressing quickly. Standing naked, she put on the panties and the bra. The long white skirt was too tight for her, but Jane didn't mind. The blouse completed the strange clothing, and Jane thought she would trade anything in the world to take a look at herself in the mirror. Now she wanted to try the casket, too. Since she could hardly walk in the tight skirt, Jane up jumped in it and lay back comfortably. She felt excitement and understood why she'd come back...

***

Jane stood near the phone, lost in thought, when suddenly she heard the doorbell ring. It was a messenger. He handed her a registered letter and quickly left. Jane opened the envelope. There was a printed note and a little parcel inside. "I know you were at our office," it read, "and I understand you. If you wish, I can arrange a real funeral for you. You'll be able to experience the entire process, if that's what you want."

There was also a phone number. Jane dialed it immediately, and once she identified herself the voice told her it would absolutely free of charge and that they could begin right away. "The only thing you need to do is to swallow the pill that I've included in the envelope and prepare what clothes which you would like to wear."

Jane excitedly agreed and asked him to come and picker her up as soon as possible.

Heart pounding in her chest, Jane quickly found her white dress and lace underwear, and then swallowed the pill.

Nothing happened right away, no effects at all. She had plenty of time to put on her white clothes. Then suddenly Jane felt that her legs couldn't hold her body up anymore, and she slowly slipped to the floor. She noticed that couldn't move, her limbs seemed very heavy, she found that she couldn't even moan.

Soon afterward the door opened, and two strange men entered the room. "Here she is," said one of them. They undressed her, took two coverlets and wrapped her in them so tight that she could hardly breathe. She felt herself being carried to a van and laid on the floor; she smelled something nice, some unfamiliar mysterious odor.

After a while the van stopped and Jane was pulled out and taken into a building. They put here on a flat hard surface and then someone unwrapped the coverlets.

Jane saw a tall handsome man. "I know that you cannot say anything now," he said with a longing tenderness in his voice. "I will arrange everything, the funeral will start in about an hour so I have to hurry." He took her white dress and began his routine work, which he had been doing many times before.

First, he washed her.

Jane could feel her body being lifted into a shallow tub, and immersed into cold water. She felt his hands smoothing scented soap gently over he skin and she couldn't move or say anything. She simply looked up into the eyes of the man who tenderly washed and dried her body.

His hands moved all over her, she felt them linger at her erect nipples, then swoop down between her legs. The sensations he was giving her were magnified by the fact that her body could not respond. Although Jane was a virgin, she wasn't devoid of an imagination, she'd dreamed about a man touching her this way. But she never dreamed that it would be in a funeral home.

Finally the washing was done and he lifted her body back to the table and wrapped her in a snow-white coverlet and he tied her feet together at the knees and the ankles. He also tied her head in place with a special band.

Then, lifting her up a little, adjusting her naked body, he put Jane's dress on her. Then he crossed her hands over her chest and stitched the sleeves to the bodice in that position, explaining that it would prevent her hands from moving accidentally.

The undertaker commented how astonishingly beautiful she looked her snow-white dress. Then he covered her with a light sheer coverlet and brought in a handcart with a nice casket on it, decorated with blue satin. Using a special machine, he lifted Jane and put her in the casket. Then he put the lid on the casket.

Jane knew that she was taken to a vehicle.

An eternity seemed to have passed till she eventually saw the blue sky again. Jane felt light headed, then smelled earth and knew that she was about to be put in a grave.

Knowing that this was real made Jane feel excited, aroused, knowing that her body couldn't move of its own accord, that she was helpless took her breath away in excitement. She looked up at her benefactor with tears in her eyes. He leaned over her and kissed her lips and then pulled the coverlet over her face and closed the lid.

After that Jane felt a slight rocking and then the sound of the soil against the lid of the casket. Finally there was complete silence and Jane lay in darkness, now able to moan softly, her body trembling with excitement. Her dream had came true, she had experienced being buried in a casket and in a white dress.

Jane didn't see the undertaker put the wreathe on her grave.

"Are you through?" asked his collaborator. "I think she liked it."

He read out loud the writing on the gravestone: "Jane Stone. Tragically died on August 17, 1987. She was 18 years old."

END