When the reaper’s spectre unexpectedly called, her premature demise was devastating. For him, “Till Death do us part” meant that until his heartbeat was still, he’d cling to the hand wearing his ring.
So, he kept her corpse.
In a sack.
Carried it everywhere upon his back, happily living as man and wife, displaying his affection daily despite her decay.
Kissing his bride, the Gallic way.