Of course not. I have my Butchers for that.
Butchers are the servants of Nekrobiotek, tasked with everything from dismembering corpses to preparing them for reanimation. If it is dirty, dangerous and unpleasant, it is the job for a Butcher. Nonetheless, these underpaid and overworked workers are a vital cog in the Necro-Industrial Complex machinery.
It's A Dirty Job
Wanted: Stout man or woman for the job of Butcher. No experience required. Strong stomach a must.
Butchers stand on the line between menial labor that is still too complex for affordable Undead
to reliably perform, but not so complex as to require any great compensation. There are any number of things that need to be done for a Nekrobiotek to be able to work their rituals, from making sure the furnace is filled with coal to gutting and embalming the corpse. It is often a physically demanding job, where Butchers have to cart bodies around or chop off limbs, and is not suitable for the faint of heart.
You know it's bad when you're the cheaper alternative to a Stiff.
In the Long War, the role of Butcher is often assigned as punishment. Lazy or negligent soldiers are made to drain the gore-pits and tally heads, torsos and limbs for the military Nekrobiotek. Those who show aptitude for it, such as it is, are sometimes permanently assigned to the retinue of the Nekrobiotek. It is not a popular assignment, but at very least it keeps them away from the front lines.
It's not all bad. The stiffs are pretty easy to work with and Ms. Rae's plenty more pleasant than many factory foremen I've worked under. You get used to the smell. Well... At least that's what we tell the rookies.
Come on now. These arms aren't going to count themselves!