Mom looked at a coffin a while ago.

The coffin.

Casket maker. Two coffins.

Hey, casket maker.

A weighted coffin was buried.

The casket maker ran away!

That's the coffin shop.

The casket maker.

Only the casket maker profits from that.

Go next door and buy a coffin.

But it s a coffin.

The nails for your coffin.

With truelove showers?

Only guy in town making any money.

You will be a customer.

How many coffins have we got?

How many coffins did you sell while I was away last night?

In an open bier

Get three coffins ready.

Forget it. I'm not gonna let you celebrate the butchery!

When the fighting gets this bad, they don't bother with coffins.

To take your measurements.

My mistake. Four coffins.

What are you doing in there?

I got a rosewood casket out there...

It is my coffin, made by my father against my death.

Alright alright.

To me, it looks like a big coffin.

A horse stumbles, a casket slips...

The coffin, it s for her.

Now I got all those coffins on my hands.

Working late tonight, coffin maker?

Excuse me, Major, but you've got the wrong coffin.

Production, subdivided into carpentries, some of which produce coffins sold at affordable prices, tailor shops, bakeries pastries, lotteries

I'm a dying man. I don't hear you.

I put up 600 for a brasshandled casket.

You're smart to drag a casket behind you.

Little puppet made of pine, wake.

You know, my colleagues are afraid of the casket.

No, no, no, no. They are still working on it.

1.15 for the casket, and 12 cents for the crosses.

You end up borrowing enough money to pay for a hole in the ground to get buried in.

A little senile, you mean, with one foot and a big toe in the grave?

Don't try to figure it out, Cristo, just let me know when my coffin is open, huh?

If you want us to do it the hard way, take your boots off.