Barnaby Gold was used to death, brought up on it, knew how to handle it. Father and son, making a living out of death: the laying-out, the ritual, the burying. Plain coffins and fancy caskets, simple wooden crosses and classy stone memorials. Penniless drifters and well-heeled citizens – all came alike to him. Barnaby Gold knew about death. But about killing he had a lot to learn. And had to learn fast.