The youngest of the morbid merchandisers is usually in the rear of the pack. Probably about 25... 26. Pretty big guy... in a sickly, unsettling way.  
  It's like... well, everyone's seen a 500 lb. person before - on tv I mean, because that person is so big that he can't do anything but lie in bed 24 hours... well this guy's nowhere near that big.
  He just gives me that kind of feeling. The feeling of looking at someone wo can't, and hasn't, and has no hope of ever moving,
The first time they made it into my building, I actually almost didn't see him skulking behing the others... Staring blankly at something... Something that only he could see. I'm not sure that I'd want to see it either because every once in a while he'd give a twitch, twitch-wince, twitch-wince-shudder. Well, he's the one who handles the merchandise. Grabs the tail and pulls them along (or if it's a tailless one, he grabs it by a leg and drags it).