Coffin Undertaker Novels & Stories

Kendrick staggered into the Lawson family's funeral hall just as the refrigeration unit on the coffin gave off a dull hum. I was lying in the refrigerated coffin beneath the harsh fluorescent lights, wearing the exact red dress he loved best.

Dark glasses hid the redness in my eyes or maybe what wasn’t there. A priest stood by the polished mahogany coffin as Sterling gave a short speech, voice steady but lifeless. He spoke of Cassain’s brilliance, his ambition, his legacy. Cameras clicked quietly from a distance despite the “no press” restriction. When they began to lower the coffin, the drizzle finally started, light, cold, merciless. The sound of shovels hitting wet soil was the only thing I could hear. As the coffin disappeared beneath layers of earth, a hollow ache spread through me. I wondered, what is the point of all this?

Still, the undertaker panicked after hearing what I said, and his voice quivered even more, “Maria, old people say that if you’re not given a proper burial, you won’t be able to rest in peace, remember? Do you really want to suffer even after death?” Being unable to rest in peace was not as scary as living, honestly. “Are you listening?” I snapped out of my thoughts and sat on the parapet. Cheekily, I decided to scare him a little. “You’re delaying my plans to die.” The undertaker was silent for a moment. Then, I heard him running even more hurriedly before I heard a loud shout. “I never owe anyone anything! Since I took your money, I’m going to be responsible for giving you a proper burial!

he asked, and I nodded. He opened the door, and there it was, the coffin. I took a deep breath and walked in. We reached the coffin, and I held my breath. He started to unplug the tubes. The herbs had died now because thirty days had passed. After unplugging all the tubes, he finally began to open the coffin. The moment he lifted the coffin lid, I took a deep breath and smiled, until I saw the empty coffin. My head snapped up at the doctor. He looked at me, then down at the coffin in confusion.

said one of them, surprised and feeling deceived by the seemingly harmless tomb. "Calm down, look! The tomb is starting to move, we can get it without being disturbed. Don't complain, let's get to work!" The coffin bearer walked towards the coffin in the room. And when he arrived, he saw a corpse wrapped in white cloth holding a large sword on its chest. It was clear that this person was no ordinary man, and when they saw the corpse, their eyes immediately lit up with excitement. Taking out a bead, the man carrying the coffin carefully inserted it into the corpse's mouth.

Beside me, Zander didn’t move. He stood straight. Still. His hands at his sides. His jaw tight. His face empty. Too empty. I glanced at him for a second, then looked away quickly. I didn’t want him to catch me staring. The coffin reached the bottom. The straps were pulled away. And just like that— She was gone. Forever. A man stepped forward first. Older. Gray hair. He picked up a handful of dirt and dropped it into the grave. The sound hit the coffin softly.

The undertakers have a strong sense of morals, a mysterious brotherhood with a code that involves using their underground businesses to take from the rich and give to the poor. As for what happens behind closed doors in their red bedrooms? I couldn’t care less. I have no intention of getting involved with any of them.

He confessed he was uttering some lame jokes which nearly had got us heartaches. "Ohhhh...bedtime jokes." Debra and I both spoke at once, sighing in relief and pretended to laugh over his stupid jokes. Still, I had doubts about him. His jokes were way too real for me to not find it strange. In a moment, those two men brought a large coffin made with plain wood yet were shiny and new. As they laid down the coffin and opened the lid of the coffin, the man in a black robe, signaled to put Paul's body inside the coffin.

“I will tell you everything I know, but the Asplundh girls must be with me when I do so.” Dr. Sundt, therefore, returned to the public storage with Mogollon and the two Asplundh girls. Mogollon raised the heavy concrete slab and revealed the secret subterranean crypt where the coffins lay open. She recorded his descriptions of the killings done efficiently with his two sharp stakes. He answered many other questions, but Sundt never asked the giant about his past. She was solely interested in this one incident in his life.