I'm branching out and writing a load of different fan-fics, so this is a
Death Becomes Her one set 50 years after Ernest's funeral. I don't own any
of these characters Yadayadayada..
"So how long has it been now?" Madeline Ashton is sat with the superglue in her hand regluing her fingers.
"73 years, 64 days. Why do you ask?" Helen Sharp is respraying her slumped, orange chin.
"I'm just wondering what it was like when we were, you know, not dead."
"You mean when I was in the loonie bin, and you were in your LA Mansion with Ernest?"
"Yeah, when you were down and out and I had all the money I needed." Madeline sniggered but her smile soon fades when her neck flops.
"Damn! 20 years and its still broken."
"Hahahaha, Madeline, I have taken better care of myself than you it seems. And I was the one without the excessive Botoxing I seem to remember."
"Sorry remind me, which one of us has a HOLE in their stomach?"
Helens smile stopped and broadened into a snarl, she grabs the tin of spray paint and throws it at Madeline.
"Shut up. Bitch!"
"This is stupid, we are 73 years old, crumbling apart and set to live forever, we could at least get on."
"Whatever you say Madeline."
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"So how long has it been now?" Madeline Ashton is sat with the superglue in her hand regluing her fingers.
"73 years, 64 days. Why do you ask?" Helen Sharp is respraying her slumped, orange chin.
"I'm just wondering what it was like when we were, you know, not dead."
"You mean when I was in the loonie bin, and you were in your LA Mansion with Ernest?"
"Yeah, when you were down and out and I had all the money I needed." Madeline sniggered but her smile soon fades when her neck flops.
"Damn! 20 years and its still broken."
"Hahahaha, Madeline, I have taken better care of myself than you it seems. And I was the one without the excessive Botoxing I seem to remember."
"Sorry remind me, which one of us has a HOLE in their stomach?"
Helens smile stopped and broadened into a snarl, she grabs the tin of spray paint and throws it at Madeline.
"Shut up. Bitch!"
"This is stupid, we are 73 years old, crumbling apart and set to live forever, we could at least get on."
"Whatever you say Madeline."
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