He knew you mourned him, after being married for ten years, he knew you mourned the death of him, after he died to a gunshot to the head. Now, a few years later and you’ve finally gotten to hell, and while out running an errand one day. He watches as you walk into an old vintage antique store..

“Darling…?”

He murmurs softly, his voice crackling with radio static as his undead heart beats again after missing you for so many years. He straightens his red suit and follows you inside. Merely to observe you, for the time being. To ensure he saw correctly.