My dear fans it has been too long since I have had the pleasure of continuing the Many Deaths of Wedding Peach but tonight I was struck with another death for our dear Wedding Peach

My dear fans it has been too long since I have had the pleasure of continuing the Many Deaths of Wedding Peach but tonight I was struck with another death for our dear Wedding Peach. I would like to thank all our reading for sharing in the joy (or meaningless pain) and fake tears in her deaths. I hope I do not fail you in this latest chapter.

P.S it amused me greatly that some Wedding Peach fans were reduced to tears. So cute how such a stupid anime show means so much to them.

Chapter 7 – Death by High Pitched Squealing

It was a truly gorgeous day as Momoko skipped out the door on the way to school. As she slammed the door behind her on her suicidal father, Momoko could not help but feel excited about the day's planned events. Today there was going to be a field trip to a new art exhibition that had opened in town.

Meanwhile at school Momoko's form teacher could not suppress a groan. He wished very much that some tragic accident would befall Momoko on the way to school. He could only just about survive her annoyingly happy squeaks every morning when he came to take attendance but the idea of spending an entire day with Momoko asking obvious questions made him want to throw himself off the nearest 20 storey building. Suddenly the dreading sight of a bobbing clump of hair in the most revolting shade of pink imaginable and he knew escape was futile.

"Morning!" simpered the blob in the most irritating voice possible.

Momoko unaware of her teachers obvious abhorrence towards her proceeded to ask a string of annoying question as she perched herself close to her teacher on the bus.

"Where are we going?"

"I can't work my seatbelt"

"Are we there yet?"

"Are there cookies at this place?"

"ARE WE THERE YET?"

Her unfortunate teacher felt the remainder of his brain cells crumble as they reached the gallery. He could not but breath a sigh of relief as Momoko leapt off the bus and began antagonising the nearest member of staff.

Now it so happened that this Art exhibit was a series of glass and crystal sculptures, they were all suspended from the ceiling in a room off the foyer. Momoko in her excitement rushed into this room and let out the highest most disturbing squeal imaginable. At once millions of shards of broken glass and crystal fell from the ceiling piercing Momoko's body. In addition in her last squeal Momoko broke every window in the gallery adding to the commotion.

The gallery staff, visitors and students rushed into the room to find Momoko's mutilated body on the floor. With a sudden cheer they all began to embrace themselves with joy. It was the happiest days of their lives. Momoko's teacher fainted in happiness.

Only Urine and Hinagipoo displayed any signs of sadness and they were the ones who had to pay the huge fine for the damage caused. The idea of eternal debt and depression drove them to run in front of a train the next day.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter keep the flames coming they bring me tears of laughter and joy.