I've got a number of fantasy jobs and one is as a mortician. Embalming a body, filling out its slackened cheeks, putting the arms and legs in a suit jacket, knotting the tie; or maybe arranging for the deceased to go to a crematorium, then receiving the ashes; even talking to the grieving family and friends, helping them prepare a ceremony in the face of loss: Funeral rites fascinate me. The only reason I haven't pursued such work is... well, I don't know. Fear that people'll think I'm weird, perhaps, or possibly that I'll fall down some metaphysical rabbit hole and wind up enjoying dead folks more than the living. But, hey, given that people die all the time, at least I'd have work.
The morticians in Jos