January 1930, a cold winter evening. Willie is laboring over a stack of unpaid bills, while Aunt Vie is engrossed in the newspaper of the Funeral Directors' Association. A question about an article that could enhance their knowledge of the trade gives her an idea. Who is better placed than Aunt Vie to write a book about the funeral industry? Moreover, if it is printed, such a story could earn them seventy-five francs. A writer is born.
