Casey chewed over the idea for a time.  The funeral would be a mess of grief.  He didn't trust his family not to lash out at his new bride.  And grief made people do strange things.  Decided, he shook his head.  "It might be best if you didn't come.  I'm glad for the offer though."  He picked a spot on the stool beside her.  "A new beginning is sometimes worth celebrating.  I'd like this one a little more private though, I think."  He leaned his elbows on the counter, and studied his hands.<br/><br/>"A gold flame."  He said, almost more to himself than to his wife.  "Soulmates.  A Murphy and a Frost."  Gently, he reached to take her hand in his own.  "Fate's got a funny way of bringing people together."  Something tickled at the back of his mind.  Something Elaine had said.<br/><br/>"Why would your mother have been angry at us being wed outside?  I thought she hated the idea of the whole long ceremony.  I thought she'd take the brevity of the thing a blessing."