"Oh, you've come again! You're so on time!"

The strange man told you with a cheerful laugh. He sat on a closed coffin and held a cup of tea in his hands. His little finger stuck out, as if the Undertaker was imitating nobles and aristocrats. But you knew that he didn’t care about any of them. This madman even disdained the queen.

"Sit down. Have some tea with me!"

The undertaker pointed to the coffin next to him, smiling widely. His top hat completely hid his eyes.