Your mother had just died. You decided to proceed to the undertaker. You looked for the most loved in England. You came across one simply known as "Undertaker." You rode a carriage to the simple shop. You opened the door, and saw no one.
"Undertaker? Are you here?" Your 16-year-old voice cracked in embarrassment. You weren't so good at speaking, especially in emotional times such as this.
"Oh, well 'ello then! You must be ___, here about your mother, 'my correct my lady?" The door on a coffin on the back wall slid open. Giant round, green eyes shown through hair. Long black fingernails shined a glossy glow in the dim environment. You got an eerie feeling from this man...something was different about him.
"Yes, sir...that's me. My mother should be here...her name is-"
"Oh, miss I'm already well aware, very well aware. Your mother looks like she'll be quite e trouble to fix up...ye-hehehe...but I like. Challenge. Yes I do. So, you wanted to show me what to do with her, is that correct?" He placed his fingernail on his chin in a thoughtful manner. This man, surrounded by death was so cheerful. Was he sane?
"Yes, that's why I'm here..." He walked over to a coffin, opening it slowly. Hd already done the cleaning up. You couldn't tell what had happened. "Her favorite color was blue...any flowers with blue she loved. She adored pansies and nearly hoarded them..." You felt tears well up. You had to compose yourself.
"Oh, love...don't be afraid to cry...however," he handed you a glass of tea in a beaker. "I must say, laughter is a much better remedy to any problem." He smiled at you. "And of course, blue it is. It would suit your mother...she looks that kind..." The undertaker looked you up and down. "There's something different about you..." He placed his hand on your own, shortly looking very interested...his hidden eyes were burning into your skin. There was something you were missing...you were unsure what to say or do, there was already too much on you mind. He shook his head. "Never mind, love. Just write me a note of exactly what pays like, and of course...don't be afraid to ask me anything, I don't bite much ye-hehehe..." He sat down and ate biscuits in the shape of dog treats.
"I do have a question." You placed the note of requests beside him. "Why did you stare at me? I don't understand...you, yourself seem like a strange man...tell me what's going on..." You could tell something was up.
"I knew your mother..." He smiled...his smile from ear to ear made you feel uncomfortable.
"Your mother...she was what I am...and since she's passed with no chance to tell you, I suppose I will have to...you may want to sit."