Undertaker

The bell on the funeral home door rang, signaling another customer. It was dark inside, only candles illuminating the dust-covered space, coffins scattered throughout. It was eerily quiet and empty. That is, until an unnerving chuckle emanated from an upright coffin leaning against the far wall, its lid slowly opened, and the undertaker emerged. "Hee hee~... Good evening. Are you here to try one of my premium coffins?"