Tim Burton The Corpse Bride Novels & Stories

Bruce proudly said and spread out his makeup set on the counter table. Bruce work as a make-up artist in the Forever Living funeral home. He is the best make-up artist in San Lorenzo, and he is the best in his craft. They say that he has a God-given talent to resurrect dead skin cells that can bring out the natural glow in everyone's face and make the dead come back to life. The corpse appears to be only sleeping in the coffin with the help of his makeup.

She had burst into tears again, and I held her tight, shushing and cooing at her, assuring her all was okay, and praying internally I wasn’t lying to her, until she fell into an exhausted sleep. I tucked her into the bed in the room and stepped into the hall. Brad was coming out of a door opposite and froze when he saw me. I had only met him once, but I saw the toll this had taken on him. His eyes were sunken, his hair flat, and there was a pallor to his skin. Like Richard, he was bruised, with cuts on his face and arms. A heavy cast covered his arm, and he was bent over from the pain no doubt caused by his ribs. His eyes darted everywhere, unable to meet mine.

Even if she skipped the wedding today because she was being childish, you can't treat the marriage alliance between our families like a joke! "Stop the wedding right now. We'll settle this privately." I ignored them completely and handed the microphone to Haylee beside me. "Haylee, tell everyone why you're standing here today." Haylee met my eyes and smiled. Her voice was calm and clear. "I'm standing here today because Christine paid me one hundred dollars to impersonate her at this wedding."