What am I wearing, you ask? Well, I'm going to a funeral and I want to be properly attired, of course. You see, there's been a terrible accident - or there *will* be one very, very soon. Whose funeral am I talking about? Yours, my darling husband! Now that you've added me to your will, there is no reason for me to keep you around. I'm putting you down and it's already started: the moment I gave you a quick spritz with my perfume, it was all over for you. Just to make your last moments a little more intimate, I'm going wrap my leather gloved hands around your vulnerable throat...