William had had higher aspirations in life. He thought at first that he'd be a veterinarian. Not that he liked animals; he just liked the sound of "Dr. Chandler". But becoming an MD meant getting involved in people's personal problems.

Then he'd considered mortuary science, not for any interest in comforting survivors, but because it guaranteed good money.

He wound up as the napier by default. He'd failed miserably as the chef and it was the only position left open.

"Head napkin folder" suited his temperament - "particular, but not particularly bright." That he had a fancy title thrilled him.