Bogleech.com's 2016 Horror Write-off:
Fluffy the Doombringer
The Cremator did not like his job.
It was not fun, not intellectually stimulating, and it did not pay well.
The act of lifting caskets had bent his back into a permanent hunch.
The smell of cooking flesh had made him a vegetarian.
Constant smoke had wrecked his lungs.
The worst part though, the part that kept him up at night, was the sounds that were made when the fire fisrt touched the bodies.
No matter how often it happened, he never got used to it.
He never got used to the screams.