A Toast To The End Of Forever

"Till death do us part" was just the beginning of the date.

The wine has aged longer than any vineyard on Earth. He raises his glass with a bony hand; she meets him with elegance. The candle flickers, casting long shadows over the rose petals. They don't need breath to speak, and they don't need flesh to feel. This dinner has lasted three centuries, and the check hasn't arrived yet.