In a landmark 5-to-4 ruling, the Supreme Court upholds the Zombie Marriage Act, which was recently confirmed by Congress.

“It is time that civilized society recognizes the companionship cravings of the un-dead,” wrote Judge Jerold Justice in a monumental majority opinion.

“Post apocalyptic life is a pressure packed predicament,” gestures the judge, “and no one should have to struggle solo.”

This controversial civic code faced fierce fights from time-tested traditional marriage movements. However, the ZCLU (Zombie Civil Liberties Union) celebrated the conclusion as a major milestone for resurrection rights.

The first necrotic nuptials were held in Tombstone, Arizona, under a searing September sun. Patricia Putrid, wed her long time cherished corpse companion, Gary Gangrene, in a public display of malodorous matrimony.

The ceremony coaxed crowds, from across the wasteland, to witness this historic happening. Moaning masses, meandered in from grim graveyard grounds, to join the festivities.

Reverend Ronan Reeks, performed the proceedings, while wearing his finest tattered tapestries. This distinguished delegate of the undead community, delivered the vows with ghoulish gravitas.

“Do you, Patricia Putrid, take Gary Gangrene, to be your lawfully wedded death partner?” intoned the reverend. His voice echoing across the desert like a buzzard’s bray. The bride’s enthusiastic “I do”, was accompanied by the distinctive sound of her jaw, unhinging with emotion.

Immediately following the formalities, a rancid reception at the Demised Drinkery, casually commenced. The joyous festering festivities featured delicious decaying delicacies for all attending apparitions.

“This was a great get-together,” remarked Randy Ranks, the groom’s worst man. “There were gallons of gruesome grog for everyone to enjoy!”

Celebratory cuisine for the creatures, included septic selections, that had a gaggle of guests, definitively dying for seconds. Maggot-roni & head cheese with bowls of brain tartare, satisfied the starving supernatural souls, while the corpuscle cabernet flowed freely.

The “cadaver couple” received a deluge of decomposed dowries from Brains Bath and Beyond, while close acquaintances, serendipitously showered the newlyweds, with essential crypt components.

A group of ghastly gifts was given, such as: An exquisite embalming fluid fountain for their foyer, a blight & decker brain processor (to keep in the kitchen), as well as a “happily ever afterlife” door mat.

The devoted duo gathered their gruesome goods, before departing for Death Valley – California. The cheerful corpse couple chose their destination, with deceased deliberation.

“Death Valley sincerely speaks to our souls…”, giggled Gary, “…or whatever’s left of them,”

“Plus, the harsh heat will help hinder the putrefaction process, during our romantic retreat.”

Upon their return, the Gangrenes will settle into their repugnant ranch-style mausoleum. The pair plans to expand their forlorn family, by adopting an abandoned zombie baby, from the nearby necropolis.

As this chronicle of ceremonious celebrations concludes, one concept becomes crystal clear. The Zombie Marriage Act proves that passionate pursuits of the heart, endures endless degrees of decomposition.

The legally dead, can now legally marry!

A time to Love… Laugh… and Decay.