[Two figures appear on the screen, one is your traditional grim reaper, skeleton, black robe and all that. The other appears to be a perky goth girl. If you’ve seen them before they’re usually together. This time, the one in the black robe starts first and if the voice sounds odd, it’s probably because it’s appearing already heard in your head.]

WE ARE LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO PERFORM A MARRIAGE CEREMONY.

[There is a slight pause as though he remembers to add.]

FOR US.

[And because it always seems to come up.]

Yes. Really. We, uh, aren’t affiliated with any particular religion.

[Or they’re affiliated with all of them. Take your pick, really.]

We just figure this has gone on long enough and we might as well get on with it.

AND IT SEEMS DOUBTFUL THAT ANY OF OUR FAMILY WILL SHOW UP, SO NOW IS AS GOOD A TIME AS ANY WITH THE RELATIVE CALMNESS WE ARE EXPERIENCING.

[Aka: the ship isn’t on fire or filled with mystery plague anymore.]


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