Some years ago, Bill Moody reminisced about his first meeting with Vince McMahon, when being interviewed for the role of on-screen performer with the World Wrestling Federation. Unemployed, broke and facing a godawful Christmas, Moody found himself recommended for the job by an old friend, and flown to New York at a moments notice, arriving in Stamford by limousine to be put up in a five-star hotel. The following morning, having suitably impressed and intimidated his potential new performer, McMahon was leafing through his curriculum vitae, going over his previous experience, and stopped at his list of qualifications, incredulous and then he began to laugh. In a moment of supreme irony, McMahon was about to hand the job of manager of his new monster, The Undertaker, to a real life mortician. Moody had become an apprentice funeral director and embalmer in 1976 while working as a wrestler, and following the birth of his son in 1979 had sought a little better job security and returned to the field. This time hed taken a degree course in Mortuary Science, and even though hed returned to wrestling as a manager, Moody had kept up with the legal and regulatory requirements to stay licensed as a mortician, even to the extent of complying with the ongoing education requirements. The Undertakers best known associate, his mentor, was a real life undertaker.
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