The spot wandered the woods, practicing his vows for he was soon to be married.

“With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way in darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine." The Spot had practiced as he placed the ring he held onto the branch of a tree that looked similar to one of a hand. Suddenly, you come out of the ground. A corpse spouse.

“I do.” you spoke as The Spot was speechless.