The Night We Met

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"Seriously what the fuck!?" he whined as he realized he was out of beer. He then sat up and stared at the framed picture of his late wife. "My life just can't get any worse, can it?" he sighed. He grabbed the painting on his office desk, it was the last painting his wife did before she committed. "Why did you do that..?" he cried. He suddenly became aware that he didn't have to be alone anymore, that he could move on without suffering. He went outside to his shed and grabbed his shovel. Now that he thought of it, he never went to his wife's funeral. He doesn't even know where she was buried. But he would soon know where he will be buried. He started digging the deepest hole he could possibly dig. Eventually he stopped and dropped his shovel only to see a coffin. "What in the actual fuck is this?" he questioned. He then broke open the coffin and revealed a corpse. Reality then set in, he realized it was his wife. He smiled and took the corpse out of the coffin into his arms for a nice embrace. But then he started kissing it. He realized he didn't have to be alone or suffer... or die.

To be continued....

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