people dressed in mourning colors stood around a decrepit being in a box as they lowered it to hell. buried it in dirt and buried the loss from their minds. most faces showed dismay. sum showed just puzzlement. two others showed impatience.
the few who were puzzled wondered who the impatient ones were, and what connection they had with the deceased but more so why they show such emotion. the two had no connection, had no sadness. and were dressed in black simply beacuse thats how they dressed.

as the last of the dirt was covered and the ppl became sparse. only the two remained. relieved by their now aloneness the passionatly embraced and headed twoard their destination. picking up shovels along the way hidden earlier. they went to a fresh grave and got two shovels in before a downpoar began.

“u guys?” a sultry female voice called “hurry up its fillin up down here”
the seductive melody was coming from a pipe in the ground hiddin away from the grave

as the two dug the man couldnt help sneaking an ocasional kiss from the goddess illuminated in moonlight. her wet black hair flat against her face

the voice grew impatient as the couple finished their dig revealing a homeade coffin. they hauled it out prying the top off and revealing a busty brunette laying there with not a shred of clothing or material exept a burnt down candle that lost its flame long ago and a small ibony dagger fixed with a metal skull.