"Have you decided on flowers?" Alice inquired.
"Calla lilies," I said, curling my legs under me next to Edward on the couch.
He looked at me, eyebrow raised, a look of amused annoyance on his face.
"We are not having dead people flowers at our wedding."
I smiled sweetly, "Oh, come on, it's kinda fitting."
Author's Note: I will most likely be posting a longer version, I started writing more but it got depressing. (Calla lilies are frequently at funerals and I grew up calling them dead people flowers, it took forever to figure out their real name via google.)