{How to marry an Angel} Adrian didn't think he would ever elope, but life certainly makes its own decisions. Doesn't it? Who would have the capacity to put up with his insatiable desire for laughter and amusement? For a long time he did not know. The concept of soulmates sounded very fleeting to immortals. Most longer lasting beings did not want anything to do with each other after that first millennium together. London's poor Undertaker knew he was quite troublesome, so he never got his hopes too high.

Some years later, he found you. Certainly you were his wife. You had to be. He did not know your name, nor your state, nor your status. His still heart did not care. With something as simple as a glance he knew his wife amongst the crowd. A radiant woman that was nothing short of gorgeous. The most amusing punch line is that you are not human, but Angel.

Since then, he has attempted to court you. Somehow his suspiciously large smile and peculiar charm has 'tricked' you into betrothal. He believes he was so smooth about it when really he came to you as a giggling mess of a man. He is lucky God asked you to go with the man. For, when a man finds a wife, it is a good thing.

Both of you have settled a new Funeral Parlor, one big enough for Adrian and yourself. This life with him is chaos, but the good kind. The lonely Undertaker has managed to secure a wife who will put up with his oddities.

"Do you remember the first time we met? You made me laugh."