It was a crazy Halloween night at the bar. Sam Malone had always boasted of the fact that his bar was a friendly one. On this night, a pirate fought a cowboy, a ghost fought a vampire and a fairy beat up an angel. By the time Tinkerbell had her hands on the angel that was already crying out for mercy, Sam could hear the Boston Police Sheriff groan on the other end of the line.

"I don't know what's up here," the same sheriff remarked as he handcuffed the fairy. "Your place almost never gives us any trouble. Hell, I think this is the most you've called us in a few years."

"I know. Believe me, I don't know what's going on either."

Rough-and-tumble Carla seemed to get high on all the action that night. She was even picking sides and rooting for one or the other to knock the other's lights out. Diane, on the other hand, was greatly upset by the violence. She would go into the back room until the police showed up.

"It's okay," Sam would say as he gathered his now fiancee into a hug.

"Man," Carla would remark. "Whitey sure is yellow tonight!"

"Hey, leave her alone!" Sam would exclaim in Diane's defense.

Now that he had just closed up the bar for the night, all Sam wanted to do was be left alone. Diane was still very shaken by the events of the night and went to Sam's apartment with him. Diane was the only person Sam could stand to be around so he really wouldn't mind her company.

"Listen, sweetheart, I'm just going to go right to bed. I'm exhausted."

"I don't blame you," she says, giving her man a kiss on the lips. Sam could never deny a kiss from Diane.

"I love you, Sam."

"I love you, too, Diane."

That was all he can remember saying to her. He couldn't even remember how long it took before his head it the pillow and he slipped out of consciousness. He wasn't dreaming but he knew he was asleep. There was nothing but darkness around him and it didn't scare him one bit.

"Sam," he heard Coach call for him.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Will you just open your eyes and look at me?"

Sam opens his eyes and sure enough, Ernie "Coach" Pantusso was standing before him. He looked the best he'd had in years. Poor guy, heart disease really did a number on him. Sam immeadiately envelopes him in a hug.

"Hey, man, it's good to see ya."

"Listen, Sam."

"What, Coach?" Sam asks while he lets go of his beloved friend.

"You and Diane are getting married right?"

"Yeah," Sam was astounded. "How did you know?"

"Listen, make sure she wears white on her wedding day."

"What? C'mon Coach, you know she will. She's a very traditional type of gal..."

"I mean it, Sam. She won't be ready for you unless she's wearing white. Especially don't let her wear pink."

"Why would she wear pink, Coach?"

"Just don't let her be married in pink or else your spirits will sink. I used to think it was an old wive's tale but not anymore."

"Okay, Coach," Sam says, with a laugh. "I will try not to let her get married in pink."

"Yeah, you laugh now but you just remember what I told you..."

The alarm buzzer shot Sam straight out of bed. He had slept through the night, unbelievable. He almost never does that. He hears the fawcett running in the bathroom and he knew it was Diane brushing her teeth. He rolls out of bed and walks to the bathroom only to gasp at Diane.

"What's the matter?" Diane asks, spitting out her toothpaste.

"Your nightgown is pink," Sam remarks.

"Well, yeah, I just bought it. Do you like it?"

Sam could only nod in shock.

"You know, I think pink just might be my favorite color."

"Oh," Sam says, winded.

"Oh by the way," Diane kept going on. Right when you fell asleep, Cape Fear came on channel 12. You know what that means."

"Mitchum..."