Some would say it was a stroke of good luck for Shannon to die only a few hours after Victor, but everyone knew it was simply because at this point, one couldn’t live without the other. Both had hit a pretty ripe age of eight something or another and it was about time for them. It had been quick and painless. They’d just fallen asleep in bed together and never woke up, fingers still intertwined. A real fairy tale sort of ending for two people who had been to hell and back.