Death Becomes Her, Part 4

(My boyfriend and I are studying for midterms together. It is late and we have gotten a bit loopy.)

Me: “What is this on my foot?”

Boyfriend: “Death?”

Me: “That’s not possible. I am death.”

Boyfriend: *laughs and kisses me*

Me: “You dummy, now you’re dead! I’m death, remember?”

Boyfriend: “Well, at least I got to die with you.”