Kuro was eating a small bag of vanilla cookies. The cookies were complementary from the mortuary. "Mmm. They're not too sweet, and you can kinda taste the vanilla." 

Ino was leaning over the coffin, taking selfies. "For Instagram!" 

 

A bald, stocky, African, mortuary worker walked up and swiftly took the magenta iPhone. "Come the fuck on! Uhhh... Wouter, is it...?" She squinted at his beige name tag with red letters.

"You'll get it back after," he said in his African accent. Taiga was holding Orta's hand. "Serves you right! If it were me, I probably woulda thrown your phone in the cremation room and set it on fire" Orta laughed at her shortcoming she created, as she pouted. 

The African man also said sternly, "No leaning on the coffin -- those things aren't cheap, you know." Ino got off the box begrudgingly. 

Kuro looked in the box.  "He seems so peaceful. He went out doing the stuff he loved, at least. Wonder if martial arts is in heaven?" 

Ryuuji chimed in. "Probably not. He might see Muhammad Ali." 

Kuro looked at Taiga talk to some family members. "She's taking it a little better than how she took it at first. Least she's trying to find peace in this situation."