A/N: excuse my grammar I need to touch it up. However I will try to do my best to fabricate an interesting and captivating story about you and the undertaker, enjoy.
Just a friendly reminder y/n means your name, y/f/n means your full name and this story will be written from your perspective.
I toyed with my black lace gloves as I sat at my uncle's grave. I wish he hadn't died he was the only one who had interesting stories about demons and angels and reapers. Mum said the where just fake and I shouldn't listen to tall tales it wasn't a thing for proper ladies to do.
I was so lost in thought that I didn't see the gentleman take a seat next to me and I almost fell out of my seat when he said "hello lovely! Heheee." I blushed frustrated that I didn't notice him before, considering he wasn't a person that blended in. He had long silvery hair that covered most of his face and had a top hat that slouched like it had been sat upon. Despite his odd attire he was extremely handsome. "I'm sorry I didn't realize there was anyone else here. I am Y/F/N" I said as I offered my hand for him to shake. He took it but instead of shaking it kissed it and I may have been mistaken but I am almost certain he smelled. "What is a lovely lady like yourself doing near a grave of a man who had no friends?heheee" asked the man in his odd way. It was a fairly well known fact that my uncle's preferred to be alone and was considered odd because of this. Although out was of his many quirks that made him unique. I smiled as the man spoke as if he where a friend of my uncle's and knew very well my uncle was an extremely friendly person although odd at times.
I wiped away some of the tears that had stubbornly slid down my face. "He was my uncle and my truest friend." Please don't laugh at him he was a very nice man." "My dear if we do not laugh what ever shall we do with ourselves?" This strange man did have a point to smile and to laugh was much better than sitting here crying. "My uncle once told me crying doesn't fix anything but it can drown the pain." I replied as I tried to stop crying. "But why cry when you can laugh? If you've forgotten to laugh that would be a shame it would look lovely upon your face." "How can I laugh when there is no one to amuse me with there stories?" I questioned him? "Come with me dear help me and I will tell you a story or two and maybe you will have a few to tell." I wasn't sure I entirely trusted him"if I came with you where would we go and what would you have me help you with? I asked I was genuinely curious and he was extremely handsome and a bit mysterious with his hair hiding his eyes. Taking my hand and pulling me into my feet he exclaimed "come with me I'll show you." Without even waiting for a response he pulled me with him away from me uncle's grave and into London.
