You know, for all of the noise made about the sort of relationship we all want on Valentine’s Day, it’s all fine to bring up the classics. Gomez and Morticia, John and Delenn, John and Aeryn, GIR and Gaz, and even Sid and Nancy. Why, though, does nobody bring up Anton and Victoria? Considering society’s obsession with obsessive relationships, isn’t it strangely sweet to have a spouse so devoted to you that your killers all face inventive, witty, Art Deco deaths?
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