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Lori left and soon Lucy came into Lincoln’s room to measure him.

“What are you doing?” Lincoln asked.

“Measuring your coffin size,” Lucy explained, “I’m preparing for your funeral.”

“My funeral,” Lincoln wondered.

“The one we will be having if I don’t get my money back soon,” Lucy angrily replied.

Lincoln: WHAT?!

Lori: Well, that literally escalated quickly.