On a secluded part of the island just off the beach, far away from anywhere that anyone was likely to walk there rested a grave. It wasn't anything fancy, just two sticks that were tied together to form a cross in order to mark the final resting place of someone unknown who had been buried there. The cross itself looked weathered and at risk of falling apart due to the passage of time, suggesting that it had been there for quite some time without anyone to tend to it or defile it for whatever twisted reason.

The ground beneath the grave marker seemed to, for lack of a better word, jump a little bit. After a second it jumped again, only this time there was a bit more force behind it. Third time and the dirt was finally weakened enough for the wooden casket door to open up properly, the dirt and the grass that had grown on it being displaced in the process. 

Out of the ground rose a figure out of someone's nightmare, ascending from the now opened grave as if he was merely climbing up a set of stairs. The robes that covered most of its body looked well tailored and made from the finest of material, but well taken care of for decades. The only parts of what no doubt the male wearing said robes that were visible to the eye were the claw like skeletal hands and a face that was covered in what appeared to be corpse gray flesh that had been stitched together in a spine chilling display. Eyes that were a cloudy white gazed out at the world around him and a smile that would unnerve the bravest of heroes and the most vile of villains started to grow.

"[color=00a651]Wow.[/color]" John said to himself aloud. "[color=00a651]It's so bright and colorful here.[/color]" 

For a moment he just stood and admired the world around him, drinking in the abundance of life and bright colors that so heavily contrasted Halloween Town's dark grays. Taking a long, deep breath that he didn't actually need, John smacked his cheeks in order to psych himself up before he started to walk along the edge of the beach nearby, knowing that it would lead him to the cathedral that he was going to be married at today... well, tonight really. Few of his friends could really stand the day after all and he would have to wait until the sun had gone down at the [i]least[/i] before they could arrive. 

It wasn't a long walk before he spied the building in question and within a few more minutes he was at the doors of the building itself. Pushing the door open and noticing that there seemed to already be a wedding in progress, John quietly took one of the seats at the back pew in order to avoid disrupting anything or causing a scene.