I wish, I wish*

As mortician at White Lily Funerals Seb has embalmed countless corpses, repacked organs in body cavities, and applied make-up to pallid faces for the mourners last viewing. You have a job to do and you do it; there is no use wishing for something else.
And yet, ever so often, Seb does wish for some kind of intervention to jolt him from his dreary existence.
One day, when the dying boy Gawie and his mother walk into the funeral parlour Seb starts believing in wishes after all . .