Dead Girls Like Me

Victor nods, continuing to fiddle with his tie. "I'm afraid so. And I h-have no idea what I'd d-do if I d-did get back. I c-can't be m-married to a corpse, but I'm n-not sure how to d-dissolve our union. And as for M-Miss Everglot -- oh, I r-really don't know. She s-seems nice, and I w-was willing to m-m-marry her all t-those months ago, but now. . . ." He sighs deeply. "I l-like the future," he admits, feeling somewhat ashamed. "And I b-barely know her. I don't t-think it could ever b-be the same." Pause. "Of c-course, she may n-not want to m-marry me, if she thinks I'd r-rather marry a c-corpse."