"Are you sure this is the one you want?" the man across the counter questions as I point at the picture, "I mean it is rather expensive."
"Yes," I reply hoarsely, "it's the one she always wanted."
     The man's eyes widen but he quickly covers it with a small smile as he pulls paperwork out of a drawer.
"She's had her entire life planned out since she was seven." I grin to myself as I think back to the way her eyes would light up when she talked about our future.
"Really?"
  "Yeah well, she always said that death shouldn't be feared," I say while I grab the pen from him and within seconds I own a coffin.