The bride was beautiful. A vision in soft white. Her gown a perfect confection of airy tulle and lace. Her shiny black hair contrasted sharply with the gown as it flowed down her back in soft waves. The flowers woven artfully through it were miniatures of the bouquet. She was stunning. The only flaw was the necklace the bride had chosen. Thick and heavy, it looked garishly out of place among all this delicacy. The Maid of Honor would find a note in the brides loopy writing that read, "Lay my body next to his." The coroner noted, sadly, that her lips were the same delicate shade of purple as her lingerie.