Marie and Victoria were, well, dead. They lived not on earth but in the ever expanding caverns of the underworld. Not the underworld some people think of, not filled with ghosts and monsters, no this place is more like an airport, minus the planes. A great big bunch of restless people desperately trying to get somewhere even though there was nowhere to go. Actually, they aren’t people though the used to be, now they are skeletons. Clattering sets of animated bones sent to the underworld for an eternity of hustling and bustling around, just waiting for something interesting to happen. Marie and Victoria however, were a special case. They loved being dead. They had a wonderful time together, gossiping and chattering to each other about the other skeletons.
“I got here about one hundred years before Vickey and I simply don't know what I would have done without her. Without a friend this place is dreadfully dull.” Marie would often say, and Victoria would respond,