Sheryl lay on the black comforter she had shared with Yvonne. Her fingertips, clutching the red rose from the full bouquet from Yvonne’s coffin, blended with the dry blood stains on her hands. She masked her eyes in black to conceal her tears, her entire attire black as her mood. Yvonne pleaded with her to allow her death in relief of her unbearable pain, when legally married. Regretting her request- the fatal dose of her prescribed medications, Sheryl was not happy and not wanting the family fortune, when the will was read, and Yvonne’s casket was lowered into her grave.