Running out of money weeks after my life came crashing down around me and unable to convince Peter, my Soon-To-Be Ex, to sign our divorce papers – a divorce he had asked for I might add – I took the only job I could find in a bad economy with a Master’s in art history and museum studies. I became the marketing director for Butterfield Funeral Homes. Making it clear to my lascivious boss that as soon as my divorce was final, I’d be leaving. Heading as far away from the Midwest as humanly possible and getting a job in the biggest museum I could find, preferably within driving distance of an ocean. It was win-win. They needed someone cheap and temporary, I needed the money.