Book chronicles life in death business

“Nine Years Under: Coming of Age in an Inner City Funeral Home” ( Gotham Books), by Sheri Booker

Sheri Booker was 15 when she got a summer job at a West Baltimore funeral home. In the beginning, she answered phones and babysat bodies, showing guests into the funeral home’s viewing room. But over the next nine years she was given almost every task, from writing obituaries and driving a hearse to lifting bodies and painting women’s fingernails.

In “Nine Years Under,” Booker describes her life in the death business. The result is alternately creepy and captivating, drawing readers in with the same you- can’t- not- look quality of a highway crash.

Booker’s story revolves around the Albert P. Wylie Funeral Home, a family operation that serves a mostly black clientele. The owner, Al Wylie, is an acquaintance from church and had just buried Booker’s Aunt Mary when he offered her a job.

Saying “yes” puts her at the center of the seemingly never- dull world of the funeral home. On one occasion, Booker listens as two men vow to avenge the murder of their brother while standing over his corpse at a viewing. On another, she finds guests have left a bottle of cognac and a bag of marijuana in a casket. Then there are the friends of a teenage transvestite who died of AIDS who ask that her bra be stuffed because “she had breasts before she got sick” and a daughter who asks that her father look more dead.