A conveniently openable crypt in the graveyard, Sunday afternoon

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True to his word -- he was noble like that, when he wasn't replaced by an evil twin or going around thinking he was just a voice in someone else's head -- Priestly had met up with the beautiful Dinah at the church last night. One might think that they were going to elope -- so romantic! -- but if that had been their plan, they'd gotten immediately sidetracked, hiding out in a crypt in the graveyard to . . .

Well, let's say "consumate their love."

Over. And over. And over again.

Really, you'd think it was sweeps week.

[ooc: for she who is mentioned and lightly modded with permission in the post. Also, FYI, star crossed lovers end tragically herein. No, really, with, like, suicide and stuff]

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The trembling fingers finally made contact with Boaz's face, then trailed down to his chest. "I can feel your heart beating... louder than mine. I'll never, ever, ever, ever leave you. Even when I'm dead... I'll still be with you. I'll be in your dreams, in your heart, I know it. Like the ghost of a memory."

Sweet. If macabre. Going for the Emmy here, folks.

Dinah started to close her eyes, breath catching.

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"No, no, Dinah, open your eyes. Don't go to sleep. Just stay awake, okay? My dove, my only, please, please!" Like a prince in a fairy tale, Priestly leaned down to place a (surprisingly chaste, they were going for tender here, the risque was earlier) kiss on her lips. "Please," he sobbed.

And squeezed out another single tear of manpain.

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It really was an accomplishment. You had to give him that.

Dinah drew a choking breath. "I wish... we could have gotten... to Vegas. I wish... we could have had that ... wedding. I wish... I wish..."

Your mother hadn't shot me. This blows.

"...we'd had children... and ended the feud... and brought our two families together... and, and..." Dinah kissed him back, eyes closing. "I'm sorry, Boaz. I love you."

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"NO!" It was short (thus avoiding any copyright drama with the Skywalkers), but heartfelt. Priestly clutched her tighter to his chest, then looked up at the statue which had loomed so far unnoticed over them the whole time. "Great-grandfather Percival Pie Priestly, why? Why did you start this terrible feud? Why couldn't you let old Luther Lance have the dry cleaning business?! Dinah! Dinah!"

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"Boaz..."

Dinah went completely limp, and the parka started to slip some more.

Sorry, Priestly. All that blood loss. All that Drama. She held out as long as she could.

An eerie light shone through into the crypt, a breeze kicked up, and it was like Dinah's ghost was there. Sort of.

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"No." It was a whisper this time -- lets get those viewers leaning way in -- as Priestly buried his head in Dinah's hair. "I can't do this without you by my side," he said, lifting his head again now to the ceiling. "I won't."

He snapped his head to the side, looking at the gun Pinkie had conveniently left behind "If you're leaving, then so am I." He grabbed up the gun, still clutching Dinah in his other hand. "It's -- it's still warm. Dinah, can you feel it? How can it be warm when you're so cold? This is --" he sobbed, gasping for breath. "This is how it's meant to be." He pressed one more kiss to Dinah's lips, then lifted the gun, placing the barrel under his chin. He looked up at the sky -- or the ceiling of the crypt, whichever, viewers weren't going to care about the little details, any more.

"We'll never have to deliver dry cleaning again."

BANG.

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Music! Lights! A symbolic shine of dew on roses!.... Fade to black.