mother, you can't do a thing to me, my husband and i are quite happy and he has more power than even you or father ever will. this isn't the end and this isn't spring. it's evil and dark and simply tragic, but it is here we thrive and here the dead reside among us and ghosts are welcome. nothing can leave and nothing wants to. we revel until the sun but the sun is never coming. you must be this tall to ride, and she's a hell of a gal so she can cut to the front of the line to join us. i chose this and he chose me and i ate from the fruit willingly, as i am not a dull person and am quite happy in this dark coffin so if you'd please leave my grave alone.
