Day 18
"Spirit," Margaery whispered as they moved through the Red Keep, "whose funeral is this?"
The silent Spirit did not say a word, choosing instead to merely point to a room. Margaery entered, apprehensive… and that feeling proved correct when she saw her own body lying in state, stones covering her eyes.
"We are gathered here," the High Septon intoned, "to remember the life of Margaery. We know that in death she now joins with her second husband, Joffrey, in the Seven Heavens."
"Oh… goodie," Margaery stated.
"And her third husband, Tommen."
"That's… not as bad."
"And her first wife, Myrcella."
"Wait, what?" Margaery said, confused. "I outlived TOMMEN too? I married Margaery?!"
"And her fourth husband, Jaime."
"Ugh."
"And her second wife Cersei."
Margaery turned to the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come. "I've seen enough."
"And her fifth Husband, the Night's King. But not her sixth husband Billy the Yodeler."
Everyone in attendance spat on the ground.
"Wait a minute…" Margaery walked over and looked at a calendar. "This is only 2 weeks in the future?!" Her eyes widened. "I really am a slut!"