"Hey honey," she greeted him as he came in the door, "my notice came in and Hill's will be here at 5 to pick me up."

"Shit, Amanda," he glanced at the clock: 4:45. "So do you want me to kill you?"

"I was hoping. Come in the kitchen. I'll just lean over the sink and you can cut my head off real quick."

He grabbed a knife as she knelt by the sink.

"Ready?" he leaned down beside her.

"Yeah. Love you."

"You too. I'll miss you." They kissed as he sank the knife deep into her throat.