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Zany Zanes wrote:

A look of confusion crosses their face and they lean over discreetly.

But we do offer a coffin to all who die, don't we?

Ya know, Cheffy's pot? Called the coffin so people don't get their panties in a twist or ring up the health inspectors? That's what we use to cater the wakes too, right? What better way to celebrate the usefulness of your life and eventual corpse?

According to those pesky health inspectors, we can't call the meat locker a "morgue" and we can't call Cheffy's pots "coffins." Now, normally the health inspectors meet mysterious fates and are never heard from again, but we have to at least appear to play by the rules ... so that we can catch them off-guard. It's no fun if they're wary in advance.