At least once a day someone comes in the shop and says something along the lines of "How nice it must be to work with flowers all day, what a happy job!"
And mostly it is, really.
Flowers really are pretty.
People are happy to receive them.
There's all that other stuff that is less than pleasant and pretty that florists keep to themselves, so as to not destroy the illusion, but yeah, it's happy work more than not. We are illusionists of floral beauty!
But then you get the call.
It's a funeral.
People are grieving and hope your flowers can help.
And we hope the same thing.