Another quiet day. Hopefully.
Rehn was sitting on the floor of his house/office, idly decaying and restoring a piece of wood. He was bored to death. Just the way he liked it, although a part of him did hope for a customer to ease the monotony. As much as he hated working, the business of mortician did appeal to his sense of irony.
A knock was heard from the door, causing Rehn to drop the wood and find a chair to sit down on in order to project a more businesslike atmosphere.