Icarus' wings gleamed in the sunlight. 20 years, one smile; the funeral. Eve frowned, "You think I'm stupid?" OR Eve glared at the snake, "No." The poison coursed through her blood. Death smiled, "Not dangerous. I promise." Pyramus searched far and wide. Succeeded. Lovers parted, to reunite in hell. Oh, and my personal favorite, God (noun): A myth, widely believed.