My ways that I have

Sizing.

Your POV

You can't help but wonder what Sebastian is doing right now. You watch as he finishes his cake.

"Um..."

He perks up once you speak.

"Yes?"

"I was wondering..if your name was Undertaker.."

"You could be correct."

"I 'could' be?"

"Learn to speak up dear, you'll get no where if you act like that."

He smiles, you don't know if you should take what he just said as an insult, or as bad-worded advice.

"Um...thanks?.."

"Geheheheh.."

He goes off into a back room. You wait on the coffin, you wonder what it feels like to be dead.

Why would I think that? That's horrible...maybe hanging out with a demon, then being at a shop for the dead is rubbing off onto my thoughts..

You facepalm as you think of everything that just happened.

"Would you like to do something for me?"

You turn to Undertaker standing at a coffin, gesturing for you to come to him.

"Um.....w-what is it that you need?"

"Oh nothing..just something from you, you are female aren't you?"

You get chills down your spine and back up.

"W-w-wait....are you trying to like.."

"Yes..I thought it was simple...maybe I got the wrong one."

You back up into the corner.

"W-whatever your trying to pull, Sebastian will beat your-"

"Do you agree or not? My customer is getting restless, geeheheheh.."

You hate that laugh.

"Wh- wait......what do you want me for?"

"There was a carriage accident, killed a female named Lucle. I was hoping, since you are female and all, if you could get in this coffin for size. You are almost the same height and all."

"Oh.....Um.."

Didn't Sebastian say something about this?....hmm.....I don't remember..

"Oh-um-uh..sure..."

"Perfect my dear, just step this way."

He puts his arm around your back and guides you to the coffin.

"I'll need you to not move for a while, feel free to nap or something, I don't really care."

"Oh um alright.."

You slowly get into the coffin, making sure to keep a good hand on Undertaker's shoulder to not miss a step.

"Is this alright?"

"Yes, if you'll just stay there for a moment, I need to make sure the lid fits right."

You feel as if something is wrong.

"Wait a moment, if this is for a dead customer, couldn't you just fit them into it instead of me?"

He stops for a moment to turn to you.

"Well, there's a slight problem with that reasoning, you see, she's half the woman she used to be geeheheheh!.."

You shudder, then remember something you were to ask of him.