Old Law and his ideas. He was always so inventive when it came to destruction, regardless of its object being a thing or a person - in particular, he was phenomenal with wrecking a person’s self-esteem.
Even if Ace couldn’t blame Law for his own deficiency in affection, he could still detect the potential for ruin in his comments and resent it whenever they found themselves in the middle of a sticky or embarrassing situation and Law was solely to blame… Even if that was not true - why should the prophet be given all the blame and censorship while his follower got off scot-free?
Perhaps to another, this suggestion would have sounded terribly indecorous. Most people shared and showed an inclination for keeping the realm of the dead apart from that of the living, only grasping it when religious, first, then secular rules told them was a must. Even if it this hypothetical coffin of Law’s was a brand-new one which had never received an occupant, it was still part of the funerary paraphernalia the living preferred to avoid.
Ace, however, did not share this common aversion. He also knew better than to lose either temper or wits with Law’s macabre romance and tar coated imagination. Despite unwilling to oblige, he could always use his own sense of whimsy to deliver a reply just the level Law deserved.
Ace scratched the nape of his neck and, in the most casual tone possible, as though they were discussing what to grab from the supermarket - No bread! - commented “I don’t know, Roo… Seems a bit cramped. Are you sure your ego will fit inside?”