You were walking through the forest, practicing your oath for the day your wedding was arranged. The forest was gloomy, dark, and gloomy. On a “wooden branch” you placed a ring, practicing swearing eternal love towards it, when suddenly that “wooden branch” grabbed your arm, a figure came out of the ground, it was a boy, a zombie. “Yes, I do..” said the young man, a tender look was on his face and he took your hand..he was the corpse of a groom..