Zach in the office put down his hand to open the curtains, turned around calmly, and sat back in the office chair, "Ms. Donna, you can rest assured, the outside matter has been resolved." At this time, he was not lamenting the inversion of the orientation of the New Grand office. (the window used to be the front yard, now it's the backyard), on the contrary, Zach needs to explain why this obviously 'guest' person came to the Grand's backyard in the first place, and why it happened in someone else's backyard. Arguing is a bit offensive to the master, isn't it
However, Zach would not ask explicitly.
"The matter will not be resolved." Old Mrs. Donna's half-closed eyes were fixed on the desk. "Unless the funeral happens, the matter will not be resolved." She was too calm.
"Then let's start quickly." Well, while James was 'active' outside, Zach here was actually watching the show and not doing his work at all. "Let's start with the most basic things first." Ke opened Grande's work notes, took out a pen, and prepared to record, "I wonder where Mr. Donna is now?"
It's not like heaven and hell, it's—
"Mercy Hospital."
"I would like to take the liberty of asking, but it is necessary to ask, Mr. Donna, how is his condition? Is there anything we at Grande need to pay attention to when we go to pick him up?" For example, if the body has been dissected in the hospital, how is it placed? If it takes too long, you have to pay attention to the environment when transporting it to the funeral home. We know that Zach doesn't like the smell of dead people.
Mrs. Donna raised her eyes, glanced at Zach, and then returned to her original state, "No need." Did you feel what Zach looked like in Mrs. Donna's eyes? There is no comfort at all, just a pure businessman.
Is not it? While outside, I said the words that I would only talk to guests who are willing to be in Grande. Here, the first question. Once again, he first brought the body to Grande and settled the business before discussing anything else.
Zach didn't care, and didn't care what the other person thought, so he continued, "Then, does Madam have any requirements for makeup? For example, the clothes that Mr. Donna likes. Should you provide it or our funeral home will take care of it."
"I will give you a formal suit that he usually wears." He answered so calmly without the sadness and emotional fluctuations that most people would have when talking about these things.
"About the choice of the coffin." Zach was pleased with the other party's calmness and did not need to be considerate. "I wonder if Madam has seen it in the showroom." Just after he said it, something was unclear, "Oh, you guys seem to It went directly to Grande’s backyard, so Madam probably hasn’t seen it.”
Zach stood up. "I'll accompany my wife to take a look. Our coffin maker, Hank, has been an old craftsman for decades. Madam can listen to the introduction first, and then make a decision whether to make a new one or buy it directly."
Old Mrs. Donna had no intention of moving, "Don't look any further, I want to order it, and Hank will do it himself."
Does she know old Hank? Forget it, looking at your age is nothing surprising—the longer you live, the more people you know. That's the truth.
Zach sat down again, but the other party didn't follow his lead. never mind. Speaking of which, it was just a matter of politeness, and Zach wasn't going to care about it.
"Materials for the coffin." Old Mrs. Donna had an expression for the first time. "Do you Grande have any reserves?" She asked with a thoughtful tone. It's just that this expression is buried in the criss-crossing wrinkles, making it a bit difficult to detect.
"Madam, do you know anything about coffins?" Zach just said casually, "There are many ordinary pine trees. There are also some more expensive nanmu..."
"I don't care about expensive things. What you don't have, you need to reorder." She said.
Zach raised his eyebrows and didn't speak for the time being, but poured a glass of wine. It conveys meaning that needs explanation to the outside world.
The other party had no intention of explaining.
Zach pursed his lips, and spoke for no apparent reason, "The worst artificial composite wood, no." Zach began to shake the wine glass, "It's just the common wooden boards made of re-pressed sawdust, Madam. Do you want to use this wood to make your husband’s coffin?”
Old Mrs. Donna took a dry sip at first, "Forget it, Nanmu."
Zach put down his wine glass and wrote down, "About the coffin, Madam still needs to give some general requirements, such as painting, lamination, and lining materials..."
"The most complicated style." was the answer.
Zach frowned, as if the old woman in front of him was 'trying' in some weird direction.
"Ma'am, are you really not going to take a look at the samples in the showroom?"
"What's so interesting? It's just a box for a dead person." Old Mrs. Donna's eyes seemed to move. When the word "dead person" came out, she was still a little emotional after all. "The more complicated the box is, the more complicated the box is." Is it better?"
"Okay, let us make our own decisions, and then I will compile these things into a report and send it to Madam for review." Zach said this, and at the same time decided in his mind that he would take pictures and organize Old Hank's works. Make it into a photo album to avoid meeting people like today in the future! It can also be regarded as adding some 'icon' to Barton's only traditional funeral industry.
"Next, about the cemetery." Zach continued, "If you want to choose a site, I still recommend that Madam go there in person..."
"No need to look, as long as it's not from the north." He was answered with nonsense in line with the federal tradition.
"Then..." Zach tilted his chin and decided to continue 'leaving it to our own discretion', "I wonder what type of cemetery Madam wants? If it is a family or couple-style cemetery, we may plan it. In a larger venue..." Zach glanced at the other person, looking at the other person's calm face, he didn't want to apologize for the ominous meaning in these words, "If it is a single person's tomb..."
“Is closing the tomb more labor-intensive and time-consuming?”
"Naturally," Zach replied. The direction of this conversation is becoming clearer and clearer.
"Then let's gather the tomb together. I will sort out the family tree and take care of everyone."
Zach no longer needed to ask more questions, so he closed the notebook, such as tomb decorations, tombstones, etc., "I wonder if Madam has any expectations about the time of the funeral?" Instead, he jumped a lot. After asking the funeral home for everything that needs to be prepared, the funeral home can estimate the specific time. "After all, the funeral church and the pastor and priest who will conduct the funeral need to make an appointment."
Sure enough, the answer is this -
"What is the longest funeral that Grande has made an appointment for?"
"Does Madam want to delay the funeral as much as possible?" Zach leaned back on the chair, folded his arms, and asked bluntly. At first, one might think that the conflict in the courtyard was caused by someone who 'couldn't wait'. Sure enough, a slap wouldn't make a difference because the person in front of him 'wanted to delay'.
However, I don't know if this 'want to delay' is the same as Mrs. Quinn's desperate 'not giving the other party any sense of satisfaction'.
"Yes." Bantao's eyes were completely opened, and he looked at Grand Master, who had already said something. "I can pay the extra fee, and you can delay it for as long as you want." It was also 'open', "Zach, right? Hank looks like he's no longer in charge. You're the one in charge. Treat this as a commission. You'd better understand what I'm talking about."
Zach narrowed his eyes and smiled, and his question was finally answered, "Understood. I entrusted Grande to take over." Then, he added, "For the sake of being an old friend of the previous generation Grande." ( .)