"So let's see," Charon typed quickly. "Buried face-down, head pointing north, in a Mountain Ash coffin carved with Norse runes- I assume you'll be providing the required text-"
"Of course," the man across from her- who introduced himself as Eton, although it could be fake, assured her. "Your carpenter will be able to follow them precisely?"
"Absolutely. Harry's great. He makes all our custom orders," Charon said. "And the coffin is to be painted red, yes? Would you like any special additives in the paint?"
She offered a list to him and he looked it over as she finished entering the required dimensions of the casket in question.
"Do you have- ah, yes. Oxblood, please," the gentleman said and offered the list back. "I must say, you are very well fitted to my rather unusual needs."
Oxblood it is," Charon confirmed. "Well, when that funeral parlor down the road opened- they're a chain you see- we were going out of business. But there are always the more unique requests around and business is business."
"Quite. Well, consider me a pleased client," Erin told her, and handed over his bank card with no sign of distress at the frankly shocking price of his selections. "I thought for sure I would have to contract everything separately."
"In house is better," Charon ran the card and had him sign the in once. "It will be three days before your order is finished, and you will have the opportunity to check that everything is to your specifications before we move forward."
He gave her a firm handshake and headed out the door. Charon sighed. Really, that was tame compared to her usual clients.
"Jenny," I'm ready for the next appointment," she said into the intercom. A minute later. A tentative woman in a long, flowing white dress stepped in.
She didn't look terribly human, but sometimes they didn't. Charon tried not to judge. If their money was good, it was fine, and none of them had tried to eat her yet
"Welcome to Hallowed Halls," Charon said, and offered the woman a handout of their options. "How can we help your departed?"