The faces of the couple were long gone. Locked in an eternal embrace, their empty sockets stared rather cheerfully at the living couple on the floor. Cobwebs and dust made intricate veils covering the ancient bottle of wine and the burned candles on the table. Morticia gripped her husbands shoulder digging her nails in. Gomez could feel her tension as she struggled to held her tears back. The scenery was just too touching.
- Oh, Gomez, do you think we'll be like this one day…?
- Of course, querida. Death itself never managed to tear them apart, why should he part us?
He wrapped his arms around her and they stood like this for a while: Living and dead incarnations of true, eternal love, watching each other with equal admiration.
- They look so peaceful. So content with each others company. He felt the breath of her whispering as a pleasant tickle against his throat.
- I wonder how they died, though….Gomez mused while he lit a cigar stroking it against Morticias nails.
- Maybe they got poisoned.
- Or the waitress never showed up so they starved to death.
- We'll never know.
- That's part of the charm, isn't it? This place got tons of charm. I got a feeling this won't be our last time here….speaking of last times, it's also, as we can see, a perfect place for dying together.
- Not tonight, cara. There's a few more things I would like to do with you before you die. He bit her neck suggestively. Morticia smiled.
- Comforting to know. Now darling, I think we can borrow the extra chair.