Death Don’t Us Part
Life and death never end up like you think. I went to sleep one night, dreamed about being back at college with a lobster for a roommate, then woke up in a coffin. It was comfortable, at least.
I lay there for a bit, wondering why I had had a lobster for a roommate when I heard a tap, tap, tap.
“Who’s there?” I said. What else do you say?
“Is that you, Jamal?” It was my wife Olivia.
“Yeah, I’m in a coffin. Where are you?”
“In one too. I’m next to you.”
“Huh. Do you suppose we’re dead?”
There was a pause that could have been a few seconds or a few years.
“Do you think this is because we omitted ‘Til death do us part’ from our vows?” I asked.
“Could be. I never thought of this happening. So, you want to get out of here?”
“After you, monsieur.”
I tried and a moment later, I found myself in a cemetery at night. A translucent version of Olivia appeared a moment later.
“Have you lost weight?” I asked. She rolled spectral eyes at me.
“You don’t have to be so grave about everything,” I said. That made her laugh.
“You kill me, you know?” she said.
“Not anymore. So, what now?”
She took my hand. “I don’t know, go visit our old haunts?”
“Now look who’s starting.”
We floated off. Together.