Earlier this week, one of the teachers at the studio mentioned that he bought most of his partner’s Christmas presents on eBay, including the complete box set of Six Feet Under. “He loves that show. And he’s a mortician,” the teacher said. I thought that was kind of neat; it says something for the quality of the show if real, live morticians like it, too. But what occurred to me some time later was how freaking awesome it must have been for that guy when Six Feet Under first aired, because I can’t imagine he ever thought to himself, “One day, one day, there is going to be a great show on TV about some one like me!” Really, the odds of a great show that just happens to feature a gay mortician are about as likely as a great show that just happens to feature a Jewish vegan accordionist with dachshunds. If that ever happened, I would probably pee my pants.
Part of me wonders how many gay morticians there could possibly be in the world, but I have a feeling that if I asked a gay mortician that very question, I would get an answer along the lines of “You’d be surprised.”
