In years gone by, there was a couple whose relationship was legendary, known of by many people worldwide. The pair spent no time apart, they lived together, they worked together, they played together. But as famous as their love for each other was, this was nothing compared to the adventures they made together. Some were daring, some were romantic, some were downright strange, but all that mattered to the two was that the other was there.
That is, until one day, the couple embarked on another of their adventures together. Something went disastrously wrong. For, the two had not realised that the field they were visiting that day for a simple romantic picnic, had been rigged with explosives by criminals passing through the area not so long ago.
As the man left his beloved for just a moment to gather flowers for her, the explosive detonated. Her body was blown to pieces because of her close proximity to the blast. The culprits were never found.
Following her funeral, her now-widowed lover kept her ashes with him wherever he went, lest someone try to steal his one and only away a second time. He was distraught. He grieved his loss for months, but finally he was able to return to his past life, but his routines felt strangely empty without his partner by his side. In time, he was able to move on and settle into a new relationship.
But the bonds of true love are not so easily severed.
The woman's spirit remained, tied to her remains, and, as the ashes went everywhere, so did she. She watched over her beloved from the day she died, her spirit unable to find peace without his presence. When he at last found a new love, she grew vengeful. He had sworn his undying love and devotion to her, in life or in death. She intended to see that he made good on his promise. Over the years, she made sure that not one of the women who succeeded her lasted as long as she had. Some she murdered, some she sent insane. Some of them she killed in a matter of days.
But her plan backfired.
All she had wanted was for her beloved to stay loyal to her, and no-one else. But he came to believe he was cursed. He quit the job they had shared for so long, even left the home they had inhabited and moved to an abandoned, mould-ridden house, deep in the woods. His few forms of contact mostly came from letters from his old friends. He spent many months, fixing up this decrepit house. When he was done, the ashes were given pride of place. At last, she was happy. She had made sure she would never be forgotten.
This couples name? Jory and Diane Caron.