He stared at the black glossy paneling and couldn’t find his reflection. He gradually tuned out as the salesman went on about the high quality craftsmanship, the upholstery hand-stitched by the finest craftsman. He picked up where the salesman mentioned how sometimes you need to do something nice for yourself. He wondered aloud to himself if this would be the right fit for him, to which the salesman intimated that it was as if this one had been built for him specifically. He nodded and shook on the sale, running his pale hand over the cold lid of the coffin.