Her lips were as cold as her hands. He leaned

Her lips were as cold as her hands. He leaned close and caressed her blonde hair. It was streaked with dirt now. He wanted to cry, but no tears came. He was so sore from digging.

She was dead but he could not accept it. He pulled her body from the grave, put it into the back seat of his rusty Ford, and drove towards town. He needed a drink before he took

her one last time to the drive-in. Sure, it had been years since it showed "Eat My Dust" on the weather worn screen. He looked back at her mummified smile. "Remember Darlin?"

Just then the drive-in waitress roller-skated to the malibu convertible to ask for their order. As she leaned into the window she noticed the dressed up corpse of Ed's wife

was fiddling with the radio. The waitress knew Ed's wife was a corpse because she'd just punched three 9mm slugs in her chest 24 hours ago. Ed smiled at the waitress and said

"She would like the eggs, but no coffee, she can't hold her caffeine." Chuckling to himself, knowing the waitress to be the perp, he was just biding his time. His mind had snapped

into 'f*ck the waitress-mode', so when she hurriedly passed by with the coffee-can, he stuck out his leg and she tripped. The coffee spilled all over Susan who's coffee-allergy

caused her to turn into a purple puffy monster.Her flesh continued to grow from the spilled coffee, and it started to fill up the entire restuarant.She could not reach her medicine

Ok, a monster anyway, for she WAS turning poofier, like some hoop-skirted heroine in a costume drama. The Scientist knew there's no time for frivolity! Placebos don't work that way