🐣 Happy Easter 🐣 + coloring pages

Happy Easter!

As is often the case during holidays, I hope you get a moment to simply… breath.
Sit down with a glass or a cup of something nice to drink—alone or in good company—and let your creativity flow!

I’ve put together a few coloring pages for you to fill in or decorate.
(Created by me in Adobe Illustrator — no AI slop here!)

You’ll find both classic Easter-themed designs and ones with a more Coffinfolk feel.

Let me know if you’d like thinner or thicker lines, or pages with multiple copies of the same design, and I’ll fix that!

Classic Easter:

Coffinfolk Easter:

Want to create freely? Here are some blank templates:

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Wishing you a truly lovely Easter weekend!

Jag ska passa på att färglägga lite jag också. 😄

What would you like to find in your Easter egg?

A short story with Quinley & Herrow

Who are Quinley and Herrow?
In Coffinfolk Café’s stand alone short stories, you’ll meet two most unlikely friends: 
Quinley – Coffinfolk’s café host. A young woman who loves life just as much as she loves exploring the cultural heritage of death and sharing advice, information, and insights that can help people – whether they are facing their own encounter with Death or living with grief.
Herrow – Death himself. He may look frightening in his black cloak, but beneath the bones is a kind soul who enjoys a cup of coffee and sharing experiences gathered from every corner of time.

You can find a longer introduction + a short story about their first meeting HERE

“Creativity, Curiosity, and a Sweet Tooth”
Narrated by Quinley

For what must have been the fifth time, I stepped behind the café counter and gave Herrow a questioning look. Without even glancing up from his coloring page, he answered with a chuckle:
“Icecold. Warm yourself with a cup of coffee if you’re going to stay over there.”
“I don’t want coffee—I want my chocolate!” I was this close to stomping my foot like a frustrated three-year-old. I should have known it was a mistake to let the Grim Reaper hide my Easter egg.

The guests had had a much easier time. In a couple of large baskets sat piles of colorful Easter eggs we had filled with a pastel-colored tealight candle, little bags of coffee and tea, a few chocolate pralines, a coupon for a free muffin, and a note with a thought-provoking question—naturally about our relationship with death.

Right now, my sweet tooth had a few carefully chosen words about my relationship with Death.
As I passed the sofa where he sat, I got another clue:
“Warmer.” That made me stop. I stepped closer. “Even warmer.”
“Herrow, I swear, if you’re sitting on my egg—”
The Reaper stood up and gestured toward the empty sofa. No egg.

A couple of guests stepped through the door and curiously glanced at Herrow’s craft supplies.
“Welcome, ladies. Add a little extra color to your day.” He picked up a few sheets of paper and a jar of colored pencils and guided them to an empty table. As he walked away, he called over his shoulder:
“Now it’s getting colder again!”
I put my hands on my hips and pursed my lips. You’re a clever one, Mr. Reaper.

When he returned, he tilted his head in that way that almost made it look like he had a mischievous smile on his nonexistent lips.
“I know where you’ve hidden it.” I raised an eyebrow. “Somewhere only I would think to look.” Herrow tilted his head the other way.
“Oh? That sounds like a fitting hiding place.”
I nodded and slipped my hand inside his cloak. Carefully, I felt my way along the lowest curve of his ribs and further up into his empty chest cavity. My fingers brushed against something plastic.
“A-ha!” I worked it loose and pulled my hand back out.
When I looked down at what I was holding, it wasn’t an ordinary Easter egg—it was heart-shaped, glittering green, and filled to the brim with chocolate. I looked up at Herrow with a smile that sparkled just as much as my egg. 
“Haha, I thought your fearless curiosity, for once, deserved to be rewarded with something other than knowledge and new insights. Happy Easter, Quinley.” The Reaper patted me on the head and sat back down in his usual spot.

The rest of the afternoon, Herrow, the guests, and I sat together, coloring, talking, and eating sweets. A perfect balance between colorful creativity and conversations about the inevitable fate of all living things. I couldn’t help but notice that Herrow’s drawings were among the most colorful—and, well… the most alive.