Just then, the door flew open, and there, stood Ed, with a sawed off 12 gauge and a smile only Lucifer could love. "All you had to do was speak up, Dee!" he half shouted and half cried, "just communicaate to me how you felt instead of humiliating me in front of your desperate housewives!" With one hand he twirled the shotgun and as it's reflection spun around the room and Dee jumped back, upsetting the coffee pot that once interviewed her. "Ed..I.." "NO!" Ed interrupted, "does it really take 20 years to sit on a dream and just unleash it on a whim while claiming it was my fault to give you happiness?" Ed cocked the shotgun and unleashed it's fury upon Dee's torso. The shrapnel ripped through vital organs and sent fragments of her frame flying against the refridgerator. "HAPPY ANNIVERSARY" Ed screamed as he let go with the second barrel and took Dee's head off. And then, it was quiet. Ed slumped to the kitchen floor and the realization set in. But his thirst for blood was not yet sated. He knew there was one more person responsible for his humiliation and instilling daydreams into his wife's mind; and thanks to Dee's letter, he had the address to find her.