As if out of nowhere, Madeline swung down from the tree over top them on the long rope she always seemed to have with her, swaying back and forth in front of Matt and Akbar's faces.

The blonde grinned, a certain albino wrapped around her and popping out from behind her shoulder.

Gilbert scrunched up his face in a wide smile. "Hi!" He chimed.

"We heard you're getting married again!" Madeline sing-songed.

"We're here to help you spread the word and celebrate~!" Gilbert cheered, moving to make both of them bounce up and down on the rope holding them.

Akbar blinked, tilting his head, while Matt gaped at the two.

The hanging pair dropped to the ground, Gilbert jumping off Madeline to bounce over to the edge of the cliff.

Before Matt could stop him, Gilbert was screaming, "OI! WE GOT A WEDDING TO PREPARE! MATT FINALLY MANNED UP!" off the edge of the cliff to the entire town.

"Asshole!" Matt snarled, lunging at him.

Gilbert turned around, laughing. "C'mon man, we're just helping out~"

"You help out by insulting me!? And did it occurto you maybe I didn't want the whole damn town participating!?" Matt snapped back, balling his fists.

But it was too late to fix it; there were already cries of excitement from below the cliff. Matt peered over the edge, dreading what he might see.

"Dammit!" He swore as the corpses beneath raced off, their voices ringing out the news.

"Kesesese~! This wedding's going to be awesome!" Gilbert fist pumped, before Matt sucker punched him.

"You're a douche!" The blond glowered.

"Worth it!" Gilbert rubbed his hurting cheek, running off and away. "C'mon, Maddie! We've got to help prepare the ceremony!" He called over his shoulder. The addressed woman ran past Matt, twisting at the waist to wave as she sprinted down the stairs.

Matt growled after them. "Friggin' assholes. . ." He grumbled.

oOo

"Wedding! A wedding! We're going to have a wedding! A wedding!" Several corpses cheered, alerting the townsfolk. Many jumped right into action, beginning to make preparations. When the news bearers passed the restaurant owned by Alice and Francis, the employees immediately set to work on baking the cake.

A few corpses raced to find the two grooms, gaining directions from Gilbert or Madeline. Some snatched flowers or other decorations needed for the chapel. One blond man in a fine suit practically flew up the steps with thread and needle in hand. When he reached them, he burst into action, chattering away and stitching up any rips or frays in the suits. He tugged at Matt's arms and fixed all the tears from running through the forest; all the while, the unknown blond corpse never seemed to stop tittering about the wedding.

"Everyone thinks you're very cute, but goodness knows you need a suit!" The blond laughed.

Matt growled at him and jerked his arms away, not liking being pulled around by the stranger. The other snorted and shook his head at him.

"By the way, you wouldn't happen to have a dead brother, would you?" He suddenly inquired, quirking an eyebrow and looking Matt up and down.

Matt's face was a clear visual of shock and horror as he shook his head rapidly and pushed the corpse away.

"Ah, such a shame! You're quite the looker~ I'm almost jealous!" He laughed, placing his hands on his hips. "Oh well, your suit is lovely~"

With that, the corpse sashayed off, although rather quickly. A quick glance alerted Matt that Akbar had disappeared. The silverette was nowhere to be seen, leaving Matt alone on the cliff. He stood still for a moment, unsure of what he should do.

Before he could summon up some idea, another unknown corpse was hopping up the staircase. The brunette woman ushered him towards her, a pleasant smile upon her face. A bit reluctantly, he approached the elegantly dressed corpse. She curtsied politely at him before taking his hand – without asking, which kind of went against her previously polite demeanor – and racing back down the stairs with Matt in tow.

"Bonjour, mon ami! My name is Francette, I take it you're Mathieu~?" She chirped, barely glancing at him as they flew through the cobblestone streets.

"Don't call me that," Matt cringed, despising the use of 'Mathieu' to refer to him. Although he'd never admit it, it was his legitimate birth name and he despised it. 'Matthew' was the closest he could get to changing it and he would still rather his name was 'James'.

Francette just laughed – a light, chiming laugh. "Then what am I supposed to call you, dear~?"

"James!" The blond immediately demanded.

The female corpse abruptly stopped in front of a brightly lit shop. Matt caught himself from smashing into her, but was still displeased at her suddenness.

She began walking into the shop, tugging at Matt's arm to get him to follow. He begrudgingly stepped in after her, but let out a disappointingly unmanly screech at what greeted him inside.

"Welcome to my sex shop~!" Francette gushed, clasping her skeletal hands together. It was clear from her tone she took much pride in the store.

Matt gave a quivering noise of slight terror. He quickly threw a hand up to cover his eyes; his cheeks were burning enough to qualify as a bonfire.

Francette giggled at him, brushing bangs out of her face. "Don't be shy, Mon Cher~!" She placed her hands on his shoulders, shaking her head a tiny bit. "You're getting married today! You're going to need at least one thing from here for afterwards! So I'm going to give you a gift; you may have something from my stock for free!" She explained it like it was the most reasonable thing in the world, but Matt just gave a childish whine.

"I've known him one night!" The blond quickly shot down the idea, barring his teeth.

"All the more reason to accept the gift, non~? And I can tell you all the merchandise is incredibly effective~" A new voice spoke, carrying a French accent and a familiar tone.

It was the waiter from the bar, back when Matt first arrived in the world of the dead.

Francette winked at Francis in a small form of thanks, nodding. "My brother is correct, you know~. My husband, Arthur, loves them too~."

Matt growled at both of them. "The smelly book guy, really? Ew! I know I'm marrying a corpse, but have some standards! There's a line!" He blanched at Francette. Shaking his head, he turned back to Francis. That was something he could deal with. "And you don't even have a fucking body, how would you know!?" He snapped.

The Frenchman laughed while his sister giggled. "I have a body, mon ami~. And I can reattach to it as I please~. My dear lover, Alice, just cannot stop, you see? This is the only way I can get out of the house!"

Matt gave a guttural screech, waving his arms in a nonsensical manner. Suddenly, his arms smashed to his sides and he glared intensely at the decapitated head.

"You have no blood flow. You wouldn't even be able to get it up!" He spat.

"And yet I somehow still get more than you," Francis cooed, smirking at the blond.

He stood still a moment, staring at Francis with wide eyes.

Matt threw himself out the door a second later, bursting into the streets. He shivered, shaking away the words of the two French siblings. Creepy as they were, the insult from a dead man sent it all tumbling off the edge. He was done with that store forever.

He blinked as he took notice of his surroundings. The street was far more crowded than it had been before; corpses bustled about, still talking about the wedding. Many held bundles in their hands that contained decorations and flowers. They prattled away and smiled, pushing through the busy group to wherever they were going.

There was a sudden stop in all the motion. All faces turned to gape as undead workers in frayed white chef attire hauled an impossibly large cake through the streets. It sat atop a gray platform with wheels, a stark contrast to the bright colors they'd used on the atrocious skull and bows themed cake décor. There were sudden gasps, ooo's and aaa's resonating through the crowd.

The one living person in the crowd followed the populace's gaze, finding another procession behind the cake. Several corpses were fretting over their work still; the group moved slowly in consequence. As the workers dispersed, the corpse in the center became entirely visible.

"Oh! Here he comes, Oh look! It's him!" Several squealed, albeit more hushed than before.

Truly, he looked amazing.

While Matt wasn't sure how, it looked like they'd fabricated an entire veil out of singular strands of entwined silk. It was just thin enough to show the thin silhouette of the male it was carefully draped over. The front half swung down to his chest, barely hiding the curves of his face, but still kept his fine features visible. It seemed even thinner on that section, giving the ability to see his slanted eyes and long nose. His formerly ripped and frayed suit had been stitched back together, making it look fresh from the seamstress. They'd even given him a bouquet.

Matt gulped, a bit stunned by the image. He guessed in all the commotion he hadn't noticed how beautiful Akbar really was.

A woman next to him clutched her own bundle of flowers to her chest. She turned to him, whispering, "They chose that bouquet so well! Roses for eternal love; Lilies for sweetness . . . Genius decision making!" She cooed happily. Matt pulled away from her without response, blushing a bit as he learned the meanings of the flowers.

Then the crowd started singing quietly. He tried to ignore the soft, floating words as he walked towards the center of the street, but they persisted.

Ohhhhhh . . . the bride is here.
He's waited for this day for many a year.
For this day, for this day.
Our hopes and our pride.
The bride is here.
Here comes the bride . . . our bride.
For this day, for this day will last forever.
And all of his friends will work together.
To make it the perfect day he's always dreamed.
Our hopes and our pride.
Our bride, our lovely bride.

As Matt approached his "bride", Akbar turned to face him with a slight tilt of the head. The Canadian reached out and slipped his hand into Akbar's own. The pale skin was stretched so tight across the silverette's bones, he might has well have been a full skeleton. Matt took notice of that; a lingering thought mocked him:

"Pretty soon, you'll be the same."

He repressed a sigh before turning back to the crowds. He raised up his hand, calling for their attention. Taking a deep breath, he tried to ignore the fact that all eyes were on him. He hated being in the spotlight, but it was necessary as of now.

"Alright, we're having this wedding today. But we're not having it here," The blond stated, waving his hand dismissively. "Not in this world."

Several murmurs of confusion arose from the congregated mass, with hushed questions and raised eyebrows.

Matt pointed skywards. Or, at least, where the sky would have been, if they weren't in the underworld. "We're going to the world of the living."

As if a hive mind, the entirety of them drew a sharp gasp of shock. The air itself seemed to stand still in anticipation of their reaction. Matt stood frigid, realizing they might object to his plan. He hadn't counted on that.

A loud scream erupted from them, making Matt cringe. He felt Akbar squeeze his hand a little tighter and turned to look at him. The silverette shook his head.

"They're cheering," He stated.

"That's what cheering sounds like?" He scoffed. "It sounds like terror, if you ask me."

"Listen closely, Matt," Akbar nodded his head towards the gathered.

Matt frowned but did as instructed, pausing to strain his ears against the drone of voices melding together into a deafening roar. His face twitched as he struggled to make out individual voices.

But he heard them, finally.

"I'll get to see my wife again!"

"My son will be there!"

"I always wanted to meet my grandchildren!"

"I can't believe this! I haven't seen my friends in years! There's so much to talk about!"

"Can I invite my sister, you think? Oh, I haven't gotten to spend time with her in so long!"

"My mother will be so happy! I've gotta go get Papa for this!"

Matt blinked, stunned by all the stories spilling into the air from the buzzing corpses' mouths. Akbar was right. They were cheering. Cheering for the wedding celebration. Cheering for getting to see their loved one's again.

They were elated.

He turned back to Akbar, wide-eyed. A small smile graced the other's lips and he nodded.

The ecstatic crowd bounced and continued their rambunctious laughter and singing. A single person shoved through the crowd towards the couple. A man with scruffy blond hair and angry green eyes, a spell book under his arm and thick eyebrows creased.

Arthur strutted up to Matt and glared, letting out a long sigh.

"Do you have any bloody idea how hard it's going to be to send this many people to the world of the living?"

A/N: THERE IT IS *falls over and dies* If I start another multi-chapter story before I finish my other ones please come to my house and throw a brick at my head. Please.

One quote from beta reader y'all need to hear:

"A woman next to him – didn't compare and all and needed to get the bleep out of the way bye lady"