"If Lucian was your grandfather, what's your name?" I asked as we descended the stairs. "Lucifer," he said. "Say what?" Karter asked, way louder than was necessary. He stopped on the step. "You're joking, right?" "In case you couldn't tell, I'm not the joking type," the man said. "It's Lou's Funeral Parlor. My grandfather was a Lou, so was his father before him - Lewis, Louis, Lucian. In keeping with that tradition, I now carry the moniker."

— This Poison Heart by Kalynn Bayron