"Keys," he whispered to himself as he frisked his girlfriend's body. When he finally found them in her pocket, he looked out at the forest, which rose on the horizon at the far edge of the cemetery. He knew leaving her body where it might be found wouldn't suffice. "Shovel," he muttered to himself. "I need a shovel." - From "The Keys, and Shovels, to a Healthy Relationship" by Kirk Jones
"Keys," he whispered to himself as he frisked his girlfriend's body. When he finally found them in her pocket, he looked out at the forest, which rose on the horizon at the far edge of the cemetery. He knew leaving her body where it might be found wouldn't suffice. "Shovel," he muttered to himself. "I need a shovel." - From "The Keys, and Shovels, to a Healthy Relationship" by Kirk Jones