!This story takes place before Edna's death.
Flanders family is my favorite so I will upload quite a few stories about them in the future. I'm not a native English speaker so there will be mistakes, I hope you don't mind!
A heart full of envy:
Maude was sitting on a cloud.
Looking down to Springfield a gentle sigh escaped her lips and she brushed a streak of her beautiful salmon hair out of her face.
Down there her husband was having his way with his new girlfriend Edna. Down there, where all the fun things are. Down there, where all her loved ones stay. Down there, where she had her life taken away. Down there, where there is no justice.
She stood up and buried her face into her hands. She was hurt, deeply hurt. It felt as if her heart was about to break into a thousand pieces. How can you feel pain when you are dead? How could this be truly heaven if you had to feel so much pain everyday? Maude asked herself these questions often, but even more she asked herself why it seemed like her husband was starting to slowly forget her. She was his wife after all. She was his first date, his first kiss, the mother of his children. How could he forget her? How could he?
She looked down again, this time at the Springfield cemetery. Even though it was her birthday today there was no one mourning at her grave. The flowers at the ground already started withering away as no one had come to water them in nearly 2 months.
Maude tried to brush it off at first but really she was devastated. She was full of envy. She was too young, getting your life taken away young was horrible. She would have killed to hug her sons just one more time. She would have killed to tell Ned that she wanted to be the only women he ever loved. He was her only man during her life and she was so angry that she had to leave. There was no reason behind her death, it was meaningless, useless, it didn't change anything. Homer, the man who was responsible for her death, was living happily without any guilt. Without apologizing to her husband, just being the same jerk he always was. Her death was without reason and Maude couldn't just brush it off this time.
She was raging with anger as she clapped her hands and teleported herself to the entry to the underworld.
