Disclaimer: It's all the Professor's.
Author's Notes: Slightly late, as ever, but for the 'Corpses and Brides' challenge. This challenge was never really going to cause happy drabbles, was it?
Bring dark pigments, that I might stain my gown: it will do as well for a widow as it did for a bride. As sure as our troth was pledged upon a golden hill, it is ended in these grey halls.
Change pale ermine for sable. I shall lay me down beside my husband, as upon our wedding night. Let attendants bring flowers to cast about us, as they did then; but let not their warm hands touch his cold skin.
Already he is as marble, though his tomb be not yet carved.
I am as stone; his widowed bride.