Light rain has been drizzling since the morning, but the streets of London were bustling with life. Ladies and gentlemen rode in carriages. But there was a grave silence in Undertaker's funeral house. Undertaker was dozing peacefully in the coffin leaned against the wall. It’s lid was pushed back slightly, allowing him to observe what was happening in the room through a narrow slit. Suddenly, his chartreuse eyes opened widely and a wry smile crept onto his face when he heard footsteps outside.