“My work at Westwind had given me access to emotions I didn't know I was capable of. I would start laughing or crying at the drop of a damn hat. Crying at a particularly beautiful sunset or a particularly beautiful parking meter, it didn't matter. It felt as if my life up to this point was spent living within a tiny range of sensations, rolling back and forth like a pinball. At Westwind that emotional range was blasted apart, allowing for ecstasy and despair like I had never experienced it.” DeathEmotions Book:Smoke Gets in Your Eyes & Other Lessons from the Crematory Source: Smoke Gets in Your Eyes & Other Lessons from the Crematory