"Mina & Jordi's Eternal Exit Emporium" Chapter 1: The Last Supper (Plans) (6/12) Something clicked. Mina sat up straighter. "That's... actually not terrible. It's got alliteration. It's memorable. It sounds like somewhere you'd want to shop, even if you're dead." "Eternal Exit Emporium it is," Jeff called from the kitchen, where he was making his third pot of coffee of the day. "Catchy. I can see the Yelp reviews now: 'Five stars, died happy.'" "Speaking of atmosphere," Mina said, scribbling notes frantically, "we're not doing the typical funeral home thing. No boring reception area with tissues and awkward small talk. We're putting in a proper café. Somewhere people can actually hang out, grab a latte, process their grief over a decent sandwich." Jordi nodded, getting into the spirit. "What do we call it? The café, I mean." Mina grinned, and Jeff could practically see the lightbulb flickering above her head. "Kill Time Café." The silence stretched for exactly three seconds before Jordi started laughing—really laughing, the kind that made his shoulders shake. Next: The brilliant inappropriateness is embraced... (Part 7/12)