Dear Future Dead Second Husband,
How are you? Comfortable, I hope. Are they looking after you? If you don’t mind I need you to answer a few questions –
1) Are you a single zulti-zillionaire with no family, a minimum age of 99, a maximum age of no maximum- the older the better?
2) Have you spent your whole life building your fortune and now you’re lonely with no one to talk to except your nurses and the cleaners?
3) Do you want to die happy in the knowledge that your businesses and your mansions and your islands and the FUCKING LOVELY wordly goods you worked so hard for have been left to someone who will love and appreciate and cherish them for the rest of her life?
4) Can you answer positively to the above questions?
Then HELLO, DARLING.
We can get married NOW. It’s daft to wait when we’re so deeply in love. I can read to you and we can watch Dexter together when you’re awake. I’ll make sure the nurses give you whatever drugs you need and when you get close to your time I’ll make them keep you sedated so you don’t know what’s happening because I LOVE YOU and I’d hate to see you suffer.
Lots of love,
P.S. Send me a credit card, I need to buy a wedding dress and some shoes and some flowers and a castle for us to get married in. Darling.