I Open a Funeral Parlor in Another World, and All My Customers Are Demons

I inherited an ancestral funeral home and was told to serve the universe. The first client was a lucky son whose engagement was broken off. I sold him a perfect corpse fraud service. The second client is the fallen empress of the fairy world. I customized a fairy-filled farewell ceremony for her. I thought the business was deserted, until one day, the Undead Monarch pushed the door open with a bone dragon in his arms: "I heard that you can customize the destination of your soul?" I handed over the flyer with a smile: "The second monument is half price, and now you can get a student package if you apply for the card."