The Demons Making a Living RP (Closed//Stalkers Enabled)

"Can I at least have everyone dressed up in giant willy costumes?"

"No… it's a funeral…"

"What about unicorns?"

"Nooo…."

"Pigs?"

"No, all black because it's a funeral."

"Not even sparkly pink suits?" He asked, distressed.

"NO!"

"… Are you sure?"

"Yes…"

"Oh," He said sadly, "Well, can I force everyone to wear tap shoes?"

"No…."

"Can the priest be a drag queen?"

"Hmmm… maybe."

His face lit up. "Yay! Can they come with 6-inch heels and killer make up?"

"No."

"Whyyyyyyy?"

"Because it's a funeral!"

"Exactly, why not have everyone dressed as a willy? Or- or a fabulous drag queen sending my dead body into the ground?"

"BECAuse…. Because that's unprofessional."
(I'll be back later 2niteee)

"What about me is professional?"
(Okay)

(Alive i am)
"Hopefully your respect for your own funeral."

(Good that is)

"I do respect my funeral, and I will respect everyone who turns up in a willy costume even more."

"Ugh, Razin…" Lil shook her head.

"Yes, my dear, light of my life, one and only. How can I help you?"

"You're an idiot."

"Yeah, but I'm your idiot."

"Better than nothing." She sighed and leaned against him. "You're my idiot."

He sighed in content, "And you're letting a drag queen bury me."

"What's wrong with me?"