"The most morbid funeral, yes," he mutters under his breath and straightens, holding the shirt up to his neck. "So?"

The ceiling isn't all that pretty. One of the lights is flickering. They should change the bulb, he thinks, waiting to hear Jade's opinion. This won't be as easy as the shoes; hell, it already is far more annoying. He can't tell the difference between the different shirts, apart from their color.