Of course, being Death, she could not speak, but she moved gracefully over to me and placed the hat back on my head. Her black silky glove rubbed the side of my face and continued down my neck and onto my chest.
I smiled as she looked at me threw that opaque shawl.
"you have a lovely touch for death" I said.
"And you are one horny pirate." she whispered back.
Yep, I had found my wife.
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