Silence.

               INT. BEDROOM - LATE NIGHT

               Not looking at the bed, we see a few candles. Pan to the bed

               to see two bodies of flame moving vigorously about. The bed

               is not consumed, but certainly is being rocked.

               INT. CHURCH - SUNDAY MORNING

               We see the pews, looking from where the altar would be.

               Interspersed between robots are a few angels.

               EXT. RESTUARANT SEATING AREA - AFTERNOON

               Two toddlers, a boy and girl, are eating a late lunch at this

               fancy restuarant. The boy is dressed in a sport jacket and

               khakis, the girl in a cocktail dress. Whenever their eating

               is interrupted by a mumbled remark, the other smiles and

               laughs. They giggle at each other's jokes. They relish eye

               contact. He puts his hand on hers.

               INT. BAR - NIGHT

               In a bar fill of normal people, a bipedal anthropomorphic

               lizard, dressed to impress and with part of his chest

               exposed, chats with an unbloomed flower who has bits of

               tissue paper draped over her.

               EXT. CEMETERY - AFTERNOON

               It's a sunny day, as a casket is being buried. There is a

               priest, saying some words. Standing near the grave, watching

               the casket be covered, is a stone statue of a man wearing a

               suit, his hands crossed, his gaze pointed down. He's dry, but

               surrounded by multiple puddles.

               EXT. CEMETERY - LATER

               The grave is dug. The priest is gone. The statue is gone, and

               in its place is a puddle, the only one left.