By Lucy Nicholson
Nina Watson maneuvered her silver Cadillac into the drive-thru and pulled up to a big plate glass window.
She stopped and rolled down the passenger window so her mother, Flo Watson, could get a better look at the lifeless body of her late co-worker, Robert Sanders, who lay in a casket behind the glass.
Nina stepped out to snap a cell phone photo. Then she settled back in the driver seat, and put her foot to the pedal.
She left the scent of fumes, not flowers, in her wake.
In a culture dominated by cars, there are few things you canβt do on four wheels in Southern California. Add grieving to the list of conveniences more commonly associated with ordering burgers or doing banking.
The Robert L. Adams Mortuary in Compton lays claim to being the stateβs only drive-thru funeral parlor.