After being married to Undertaker for a few years I've learned a few major points. One, the work just never stoooooppppsss, we'll be having a day out on the town and suddenly that short stack of pancakes pops up. Always demanding Undertaker examines a corpse. Second, the short stack of pancake never gets turned down, we could be having an important moment but work seems to always come first. Third, at the end of the day he still loves me though, since he always makes it up to me by doing some romantic gesture. Reminding me just why I fell for him in the first place.

    "Undertaaakkeeerrrr, do you really have to help that short stack everytime? Can't we just have one day without work?" Leaning against Undertaker I pouted, wanting him to myself at least one day. "Hehehe, you know I love you, but I also have a job to be done and no one else is as trusted." Gently detaching me from himself he placed me on the stool near him. Frustrated, I threw my hands in the air and shouted, "Then why did you marry me instead of your work?". But apparently that was the wrong thing to say. Since it caused Undertaker to stop working, and turn to face me. "Because I don't love my work, I like it. What I love is you dear and that wont change." Undertaker reached out pulling me off of the stool and into a hug, before giving me a kiss on my cheek. "U-Undertaker do you really mean that? Does this mean you'll take a break every once in awhile?" Placing my hands on his shoulder, I got ready to push him away if he said no. Instead he sighed and looked at me. "Yes, for you I'd do anything, even if it means taking a break from work hehehe." To say I was satisfied would be an understatement. I could have married him all over again knowing he'd take breaks from work just for me.