The two lovely people must’ve adored each other, for their thin, cold and decaying finders entwined.

Their bodies were turnt to each other and their hollow heads pressed together. The one on the left had a decomposing revolver attached to its free hand, which was pointing to its cratered skull.

On the right side, was a serene-looking skeleton with eyes deep and secretive as the ocean. The one with the revolver must’ve loved the other so much so that they gave up their own life to be with the other.