Bryan's Out of the Job

Since he was five, Bryan Pace wanted to be a mortician, here is a story of him that I created that, if it were true, would put Bryan out of the Job

The night seemed to swallow the light off all the lamp posts around Bryan H. Pace as he walked to his favorite place. His formal tux hid him in the consuming darkness. Bryan entered the graveyard quietly, this was HIS graveyard. Everyone buried here had had Bryan as their mortician. The bond Bryan had with this graveyard might have been cohesive had anyone in the graveyard, or the graveyard itself, was alive. Pace always had a short poignant moment after he passed his first, and perfect, grave site, it held a special place in Bryan's heart. The guard at the graveyard had a rapport with Pace, so he never had to worry about being stopped upon entering. Yet today the guard was absent from his usual post when Bryan had arrive. He looked up the hill to see a man standing with his back to him, it was not the guard. As Bryan approached, he saw the man whiping his face with a hackneyed hankerchief to try and wipe off the blood and only succeeded in pushing it around on his face. Bryan suddenly recognized the man as his most recent client, a recently buried buisnessman! The soil on his grave was still fresh! "What are you?" Bryan managed to ask quietly. The man turned toward Bryan and smiled to show blood-stained fangs. Bryan stumbled back as the man began his florid speech. "I, Bryan H. Pace, am your last victim and you are my second! I am your death! I am a vampire!" The statement did not seem cogent to Bryan, yet it was not convoluted, so it had to be true! Bryan's face erupted into an effusive mask of horror. "But...but the dead should stay dead!" He quickly quoted his favorite adage. The vampire rolled his eyes. "I am not didactic, I can not tell you what is true or not." He smiled once more before swooping down onto Bryan and piercing his neck with his sharp fangs.