Things in our lives were good again.
It was so wonderful to have Victor back. He might be a ghost but he was still my Victor.
He proposed again. Apparently death nullifies your wedding vows. Stupid I think.
“Lydia Jane Lox, will you marry me? Again? You don’t actually have to but I would like it.”
“YES! A million times yes!”
We decided on a simple ceremony at the venue where we were first married. No frills, no tux, no gown. Just us.
Except we were so busy getting reacquainted that we almost missed the ceremony!
We did have a buffet table.
And a bartender. We could afford it this time so gosh darn it we were gonna have that!
“So, are you ready to do this again? You do know you are gonna marry a dead guy this time, right?”
“Oh, Vic! It’s a dead man’s party? Who could ask for more? Come on, let’s do this!”
So we got married again. We both looked kinda goofy but, hey, we are kinda silly!”
This time I got to make the silly speech while cutting the wedding cake. We partied the whole night. It was 1am before we finally got home.
I had way, way too much to drink. It was way classy of me to vomit all over our front yard on our wedding night. Oh well, such is life. Always an adventure, right?