Leaman always had an affinity with the dead. He'd never been sociable, from his schooldays forward. So he enjoyed his career, working long hours in the mortuary; often volunteering for overtime.
Sometimes, he embraced the cadavers left in his charge, to feel closer to them. One evening, he decided to sleep at the mortuary, to share a compartment with one of the deceased.
Lying on the trolley and pulling it closed, he felt peaceful.
He didn't notice that the compartment had locked itself behind him. When realisation struck, his night with the corpse didn't seem like such a good idea.