The Mortician Met His Own Corpse 😱 (fiction)

He rolled the corpse under the light, then pulled back the sheet, but there was no face, only smooth pale skin, then the body sat up. It lurched off the metal slab and dragged itself toward him. The mortician ran for the exit, but the door wouldn't open. He dodged between tables as the corpse reached for him, then the door unlocked. His colleague walked in with a clipboard, he screamed for help, but his friend ignored him. He calmly tied a tag around the corpse's toe, then whispered, "Rust easy, my friend." The mortician looked down, the tag had his name on it, and the corpse finally had a face. It was him.