The words of Frank Sinatra’s “That’s Life” playing within the ears of the coroner, he made his way into the morgue while setting up his station for the autopsies he had scheduled for the day. Three bodies laid beneath perfectly pristine white sheets that caused for a macabre scene for anyone without a medical degree. One of the bodies had been present from a horrific murder that left little to no indication on the identity of the body that was part of an ongoing investigation. Another body had been killed by natural causes; the grim reaper having decided to claim the eighty year old man who sat in the middle of the threesome of deceased beings. And finally, the last body had been that of a beautiful young girl who was unable to be found within any legal system. Her fingerprints belonged to
