Emmerich was an old man who lived in a strip of land around Cappricidia named the Elysian Fields, where the graveyard was also located. Elysian Field, once a quiet neighbourhood, wasnow being encroached by the evergrowing city of Cappricidia, making it an unholy mixture of liveliness of the city and deadly silence of the grave.
Emmerich was an old man who had too much time in his hand now. He liked nothing more than an idle chatter with the people who made an annual pilgrimage to the grave. He was, however, not seen as annoying. There was something in his face that was instantly likeable, something that made it impossible for anyone to be annoyed by him, everyone except Sonny that was. Emmerich was also a man who had great patience for everyone. He never grew angry, even against Sonny.
When Sonny passed by him at one cold summer afternoon in her leave from work, she found him in a deep conversation with a local factory owner, discussing business. Emmerich claimed that, because of the sudden warmth, businesses always boomed around July. The factory owner nodded his head solemnly and said that this was indeed, true.
Emmerich claimed that it was, however, always hard around February and August. The factory owner nodded and said that this was also, indeed true.
Emmerich sighed and wished that, for once, that his facility would be booked for three months in advance. Sonny chose to be annoyed at that exact moment and asked Emmerich whether or not he still operated that funeral home in the middle of the graveyard.
Emmerich flashed his signature smile and said that he still had the pleasure of operating the funeral home, assisting the dead's final journey to the Pancreator's kingdom somewhere in outer space. Then he asked Sonny if she had any ideas on how to make more people use his facility.
Sonny replied that she very much wanted to know the answer to that herself.
Factory owner, emerging from his own thought, wondered out loud that, since a funeral home was a branch of the Church, a person operating it did not need to worry about finances.
Emmerich let out a deep sigh and said that he was still using expensive tithes from the Church, and that it always made him feel guilty whenever he let those funds go to waste without work. Did not the Omega gospel proclaim the beauty in thrift? In addition, serfs and the nobles were paying for it anyways, wouldn't it be better for everyone if people used the facility more often?
Sonny told him, quite blatantly, that that was a stupid idea.
Emmerich chuckled and said that she may be right. Sonny threw her arms up and began to walk away. Emmerich blessed her with words of Saint Succell as she left.