Quite frankly, Verity thought necromancers got a bad rep.
Sure, you got the occasional maniac who wanted to raise armies of undead, but those were in the minority. Most of the necromancers Verity knew were kind souls who always got permission to raise a corpse when the person was still alive.
There was Julie, who raised drowned kittens. Or Jennifer, who had an excellent career as a coroner.
As for Verity, she spent most of her time since retirement in the garden. She had already revived the dead oak for her neighbour, and she could do wonders for dying flowers.