The Prince dropped from his horse and sped to the open glass coffin. Seven homely dwarves parted so that he may pass and pay his respects to the stunning angel dead and on display. His heart ached for life cut so short, and for beauty wasted.
He leaned over the coffin and gave her a kiss; her first, and last.
And a voice behind him said, "Whoa, buddy! You think you can just waltz into whatever funeral you want and molest a corpse?"
The Prince's consent-disregarding ass was then kicked by fourteen tiny boots.
Created: Apr 10, 2014KAMielke Document Media