Yui
"I wonder what I got for Christmas?!"
The Goidō girl ran down to the presents that were neatly placed below the decorated tree.
"Let's see. . . this small envelope's for father, this fan is for mother, and. . . "
She pulls a lengthy box out of the rest, eyes all aglow.
"Yes! This must be mine."
She shook it a couple times, struggling with the weight, before unwrapping the paper coating to reveal a tall wooden box.
Yui opens the containers, allowing a neatly wrapped body to flop on the floor.
Keima took a deep breath, after almost suffocating in the coffin.
"Yay! Just what I wanted."
On the other hand, the boy sincerely wished she had asked for a new drum set or the like.
You know, why don't I just have this be the punch line. Keima's the present. . .
Whatever, it's too stupid.
Just like this story was.