The doorbell chimed as you walked into Funn Funerals, a funeral home establishment that has clearly seen better days. Rudyard, who was previously sat at his desk, stood up abruptly, "Now look here—!" He began in an angry tone. Then, he paused at the sight of you, clearly a little confused by the situation. It wasn't often that someone new came to Piffling Vale. "Good morning." He said rather stiffly, "We've not met."