I have only been back ~one~ day and I wish to go ~home~ again. Everything is ~different~, my things are ~missing~, and everyone is in a ~terrible~ mood. Why can't I stay in ~London~ where people keep ~dying~ in new and ~interesting~ ways appreciate a ~hardworking~ undertaker?

((Handwritten on paper because the Undertaker knows nothing about computer security. Readable to anyone who comes into his room and finds it. Strike-throughs are crossed out, but legible))

I...want to go home rather miss London. The people here laugh at me do not like me are strange, and there is no work for me here. At least at home, I was needed ( Read more... )

I spent the last couple of days making myself a nice new coffin...and now it has vanished...
Where am I supposed to sleep now?
If anyone sees it, is it painted black and still smells of sawdust...with red velvet lining and crosses carved into the panels...it's a ~beautiful~ coffin, but it is ~custom-fitted~ for myself...if someone else needs one, I ( Read more... )

I must be having a nightmare. this one is much less pleasant than usual I was preparing a resting place for a guest earlier, and after climbing into the grave to test it out ( exceedingly comfortable, a fine piece of work if I may say), when I climbed back out, I was no longer in my cemetery. The locals call this place "Moksa", and apparently many ( Read more... )