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My Wife the Necromancer

Rat Autopsy
This victim, R. O. Dent, was found in an expired state at the Shelby County Regional Forensic Center. Proper procedures were followed: the rat was written up, tagged, and the hands were bagged. Subsequent examination revealed the victim was poisoned. No arrests have been made at this time. (Photo: Pamela Pearson)

Back in '99, I met this cool girl named Pamela online. Our non-relationship had progressed to the point where we were talking about where we could meet face-to-face.

"I work nights, so it would be best if you came by my work," she said.

I put the kibosh on that one, "I think we should meet on neutral ground," I said. I had experience with strange women.

"You'd freak out if you had to come here anyway."

"Why? Where do you work?"

"The morgue."

I freaked.

It all worked out in the end; we got married.

Silith the Necromancer

Her job is an endless source of macabre entertainment and sobering reminders of our mortality. Her job has taut me that there are only three causes of death: old age, stupidity, and unluckiness.

Here knowledge of biology and anatomy puts me to shame. She knows a myriad of ways to uncomfortably poke me to locate any anatomical feature. She's very deft at handling small, very sharp, knives.

In early 1999, after I had been dating Pamela for a few months, some friends of mine at Synapse, the ISP I worked for, told me about this cool kick-ass role playing game called EverQuest. The game had just come out so I snagged a copy for Pamela because I knew she used to be heavily into MUDs and I figured this would be up her alley.

The Church of Dead Elvis

 

 

 

 

 

it pays the bills dept

here is something I hope is doing no evil.

could be worse dept

there could be more of them