Jack stared at me. He had big blue eyes that were at war with the blue in his hair for attention—vibrant, sparkling, crystalline. His face? Defined cheekbones, full lips, straight nose and a strong jaw. In fact, I hadn’t really looked that close at him before, but he was kind of hot, if you could get past the whole punk thing (which for the record, wasn’t my thing at all).” --Jen

So how exactly was I supposed to wrap my head around the whole thing? I wasn’t entirely sure I could trust this guy. I mean, this was it? Really? My life ends and some creep in a grungy leather jacket takes me away? No, I couldn’t accept that. -Jen

I didn’t know the grim reaper looked like Sid Vicious. – Jen

You’re not actually going to marry this fucktard, are you?” –Jack

Well, if you’d let me explain before you went bolting outta the room, then you’d know, wouldn’t you? It seems to me that you’re quite dead. So I’ve come to collect you.” –Sam

Heart condition? That’s rich. I guess you can call a heart not beating a condition.-PJ