The Undertaker had opened up a funeral parlor since technically 'undertaker' and the dour things associated with it kind of fell out of style with people becoming more sensible through the centuries. The parlor was quite nice, given that the Undertaker had amassed a bit of money from his centuries old business. So now he was referred to as the Coroner or Mortician.<br/><br/>"Well well if it isn't my old friends!" Said an eerie voice from behind Sebastian and Ciel in the sitting room. "And Bruce Wayne! Why I never thought I'd get you in here....at least not while you're still alive!"<br/><br/>"Uhh...?" Bruce stammered.<br/><br/>"You've all come here for information, yes? Well then! Luckily for you little Earl, this isn't business hours...you know my price! Unless Mr. Wayne would like to try? My price is you have to tell a joke that makes me laugh."<br/><br/>Turning to Ciel and Sebastian, Bruce blinked. "Is this some kind of Victorian era Rumpelstiltskin sort of thing?"<br/><br/>Sebastian chuckled, "I think we should let you do the honors...we've afterall had to do this before."<br/><br/>Bruce sighed and approached the Undertaker as Ciel and Sebastian sat back, watching in amusement.<br/><br/>Bruce proceeded to tell a joke about a cowboy who got captured by indians and was told that he would be executed in three days. The cowboy requested he talk to his horse, much to the indians skepticism.<br/><br/>Twice the man talked to his horse, twice the horse brought back a woman and the cowboy and the lady would make love.<br/><br/>The third day near sunset, the cowboy asked to speak to his horse one last time and Bruce got to the punchline: "Listen to me very carefully, I SAID: Go get the POSSE."