Ty stood back from his work bench, covered in sweat and sawdust. He smiled, looking over his creation, then grabbed his tape measure to check the measurements for the hundredth time.
He'd estimated Dean's height to be just over six foot, maybe two inches over that. So he'd built his work of art with a few more inches to spare at the top and bottom.
Ty took a deep breath, stepping back and tilting his head as he viewed the masterpiece again. Almost perfect. All he needed now was to sand it a little more and coat it in a finish.
The perfect coffin for Dean.