He dragged her body into the van.

He propped her up on the passengers seat.

“Where would you like to go for dinner dear?”

He started the engine.

(Obviously) He got no response.

“Alright I guess I’ll pick.”

He drove onto the rode and took a sharp left.

“China Mama sounds great! We’ll go there.”

He scrunched his nose, trying to avoid the smell of her rotting carcass.