Yay for idea that has been in my head for like forever getting finally expressed onto a paper.
Deadache's so hearty, isn't she?

Yet noooo don't fool yourself to think that'd be just a random heart Dede is just randomly carrying to somewhere, because no. That heart belonged to someone, and metaphorically it still belongs to someone: to the one poor widow who loved the one whose heart that actually is. And because the idea of true love is so very appealing, of course Deadache didn't just want to steal that precious symbol of tender promises and sweet wishes from the lover -- so may she have her dear husbands heart back.
Deadache, your sense of humour is horrid to say the least... And I love it.

Drawn with mechanical pencil, white gel pen and Micron markers. Coloured with Photoshop.