Obit-Volture
They’re the trashy versions of love. They don’t want your heart, they want your wallet. They see an obit and go wild.
Your mom’s dead. I’m alive. Let’s get married and I’ll take her money.
I saw your husband’s obit. I’m not here for the sympathy, I’m here for the cash.
Your wife just died. I’m not here to comfort you, I’m here to marry you.