Till Death Do Us Part

Good evening, friends of the Creaking Door. This is your host to welcome her once again. Him to be an earth-sanction. Come here. Come in and be hard, you are just kidding. He'd been married for ten years and everything was going fine until one night at dinner his wife asked him to pass the knife,

which he did, right through her. Then he hit her body in the town bell. That's where he made his mistake because the next morning she told on him. And now we can turn to a little matter of murder.

Our story tonight begins on the pleasant note with a honeymoon couple, but don't start the squirm. The unpleasantness will commence soon enough. Let's look on at Joe and Nancy Stone, married hardly five hours, and parked at the side of the road by the bank of the old mill's dream and whispering sweet nothing to each other.

G-nastiest one to be married to. Yeah. The other circuit got the apartment door to see us now. I don't want anybody to see it. It's gonna be a lonely seat, too. It's the rest of my life.

Hope you don't mind spending our honeymoon in a tourist cabin instead of a swanky hotel. But I love it this way too. It's pretty mushy and packed. And the moonlight shining on the bridge. It's all around, but...

There's another car. They're parking on the bridge. It's turning his headlights out too. They think they've got privacy. I guess they can't see us, Parchy. Look, Joe, that couple's getting out of the car. Yeah.

Bro, walk on the bridge. Wonder if this is their wedding night too. Mmm, the gorgeous car. Joe. What? That couple that I can very strange. Huh? I haven't an wagon. Joe, look what he just took out of his pocket.