My late husband.
I eloped back in October and we were married for five weeks. Then he got in a freak car accident; the results being suddenly and violently lethal. He never wore a seatbelt. I'd left that day on a business trip, came back the next day. It was actually a relief to see his body because it didn't look anything like him. More like something out of a movie. I couldn't cry.

In a way it was comforting, because even though he was dead, he still smelled the same, and I got to lay my head on his chest one last time.
(Avacado Platypus yelled at the goddamn kids to get off her lawn at, Sat 1 Mar 2008, 2:33, closed)