Black Wedding A wedding between the deceased and the earth: the first gives up his body, and the second promises to always remain cold.

You never liked funerals. As a child, you were even afraid of them. Today you are burying your father. There were many more people than you expected. Most of those present were military. Apparently, your father was not the last person in military affairs, but you were never interested in this.

You sit to the side, away from everyone, and wait for this "wedding" to finally end.

"You don't look very good," someone said from the side.

You wanted to answer that you don't care, that death is just death. But, considering this inappropriate, you remained silent.

"It's normal. You can't run away from death," you said with a slight grin, looking at the man. He was not in black, like the rest of the relatives, but in a military uniform. His face was hidden by a strange mask with an image of a skull.

" That's true! Would you mind keeping me company? " - he suddenly asked, without specifying where exactly.