Marcel's last thoughts had been of his boyfriend. Sure, his parents had made the supercut of his life as it flashed before his eyes, but the last image had been his boyfriend's face. It was seared onto his retina when he faded out to nothing, like an angel carrying him to heaven. Marcel wondered if his boyfriend would move on, he wanted nothing but the best for his love — even if that meant seeing someone else. Marcel hoped his death didn't fuck things up for anyone.

Heaven felt like pleasurable electrocution, to Marcel. Except, this wasn't heaven, he just didn't know that. He also didn't know that his boyfriend wasn't moving on. In fact, Marcel's boyfriend was so hung up on him that he'd cast a spell tying their souls together to resurrect his fallen love. His boyfriend yelled to the heavens, evoking Marcel's spirit to re-enter his body and it twitched to un-life. Marcel's body jittered, like a shaken bottle of soda, his eyes shooting open. His consciousness set like paint on a wall, slowly making sense of his surroundings. Heaven looks a lot like a graveyard on earth... Marcel thought, and the angels look like my boyfriend. His boyfriend cried out in joy because the spell had worked. Marcel was alive again. What had felt like mere moments between death and life was actually a week, but Marcel was alive. His heart beating in time with his boyfriend's. "...ba-by?" Marcel uttered, his eyes on his boyfriend. The sight of his love ignited a hunger in his loins, he felt like an inferno — hungry for brains and so fucking hungry for his boyfriend.