Duke: Madam, will you drink a toast out of this skull that I made from the head of your father (who I killed)?
Duchess: Yes, sir. [Aside] Why does he keep bringing out the skull china? I wish he were dead. By witches.
Duke: Alas, I am dead!
Duchess: I’m an awful wife. It wasn’t so bad, occasionally feasting out of my dead father’s remains!
Duke: I was only faking dead!
Duchess: My lord?
Duke: Ha. But no, really, I’ll bury your dad’s corpse now.
28 October 2010 ~ Hamilton