Kurt entered his bedroom, laid in his coffin and took the flowers off his lapel and looked at them mockingly.

“Roses for eternal love.” He said picking petals off each flower. “A lily for sweetness…” he trailed off throwing the boutonniere out of his sight.

“Why so blue?” asked the Black Widow.

“Maybe he’s right, maybe we are too different.” Kurt lamented.

“Maybe he should have his head examined, I could do it.” The maggot  offered.

“Maybe he does belong with her. Little miss living, with her rosy cheeks and beating heart.” Kurt sighed sadly.

“Oh those girls are ten a penny; you’ve got so much more. You’ve got..you’ve got a wonderful personality.” The Widow tried to explain. Kurt rolled over on his side. “She can’t hold a candle to the beauty of your smile, Kurt.”

“How about a pulse?” Kurt questioned angrily.

“Overrated by a mile.” The maggot stated, trying to get Kurt to think on the bright side.

“That silly girl isn’t wearing this ring is she? She doesn’t play piano like you, or dance or sing.” The widow reminded him.

“But she can breathe.” Kurt stated.

“Who cares? If he saw how special you could be he wouldn’t either.” The maggot prompted.

“If I touch a candle I don’t feel any pain at all. And if you cut me with a knife, nothing happens to me. I know that I’m dead, but I feel emotional pain too. I can still cry like any other living person can. Blaine is the only thing I can feel anymore. I’m not numb around him.” Kurt explained in tears. “No one can tell me that the pain that I feel right now isn’t real because I’m dead. My heart hasn’t beat in two years, but it feels like it’s aching right now.” Kurt sobbed, laying down again and closing his eyes against the tears. He clutched the stiff pillow in the coffin to his chest as he shook with quiet cries.