Halloweenie
by Jerry Harris

I attended a Halloween party on Saturday night. I was dressed in an all black tuxedo and Greg, my date, was dressed in a white wedding dress. Our faces were darkened to look like the onset of rigor mortis. We were dead; albeit flawlessly dressed. Once we arrived at the party, we were watched with wonder until someone finally asked, "What is your costume about?" The answer was received with thunderous applause. We were "The dead issue of gay marriage."