Alfred
"I see... In our culture, the body becomes a sacred thing after death. Whatever state they were in when the soul departed from it, it shall stay that way. It's why you see very few centaur... What do they call it, taxidermy? Perhaps not, but you get my point..."
*The centaur shivered gently at the prospect of being stuffed and displayed after death, fairly certain that was not the sort of viewing Victor was referring to. He trotted over to another, his eyes softening as he recognised the more juvenile expression upon the clay.*
Jennifer
"Well, it's probably a cultural difference then." He pauses, looking at a full body work of an elf woman with facial scarring. "To many Macen at least, they want to remember those that died as they were. They don't want to remember them as they were when disease took them, or when they died violently. Especially if they're going to sit up at home with them."
He clasped one hand behind his back, examining the model; It was a favorite of his.
"So, they bring them to me. I wash them, groom them, and make sure that they're actually dead before working on them. I try and make them look as though they're asleep with makeup, lotions and whatever else I may need. I try to keep their wounds closed, and try to slow down their decay so they can keep up with them for however long they need until they're buried."
Alfred
"A lot of hard work... I'm sure it soothes their grieving."
*He replied with a light smile, settling on the floor out of the way of the workspace, watching the light blankly.*