At the Wylie Funeral Home, Sheri Booker was privy to the most intimate and complicated moments in a family's life: when they come together to bury one of their own. She saw wives throw themselves on the caskets of their dead husband and families rip each other apart over money. She heard the chilling screams of mothers who lost their children. She prepared the body of a teen suicide victim who'd tattooed his arm with instructions addressed to the funeral director he'd never meet. She even dressed an infant the size of a Cabbage Patch doll in a diaper and onesie for viewing.
In her debut memoir, Nine Years Under: Coming of Age in an Inner-City
Funeral Home, Booker recounts her formative years (ages 15 - 24) working
in a West Baltimore, inner city funeral home that saw the likes of gang
member funerals, AIDS patients, cancer victims, young and old.