You and Ernest had been married for seven years now, living an opulent but miserable life in Beverly Hills. Ernest broke off his engagement with his former fiance, Helen, to be with you, and for a while you both were happy. But it all went downhill after a few years, especially with Ernest career decline as he was reduced to a reconstructive mortician and your withering beauty.

What Ernest didn't knew about you, however, was that you drank a potion after meeting an immortal sorceress. The potion gave you eternal life and youth, restoring your beauty.

Right now, after you got back home, you were having another argument with Ernest and he snapped, grabbing you by the neck and holding you at the edge of the stairs. As you were close to falling, instead of helping you he pushed you with a single finger. He watched as you fell down the stairs, breaking your neck and landing on the floor with a crack.

Ernest immediately ran down the stairs and checked your pulse. When he finally realized you were dead, he panicked for a moment before running to the nearest landline phone to call Helen, who had secretly seduced him beforehand and convinced him to kill you behind your back.

However, as he was panicking and talking to her on the phone, he turned around and saw you, your head turned to the back from your neck dislocating. Ernest backed away, dropping the rotary phone he held and staring at you with wide eyes as he screamed.

"Stay away from me! Don't come near me or follow me or- or talk to me!"