Mixed colour and black and grey tattoos of Sally and Jack Skellington from The Nightmare Before Christmas, standing on cracked grey stone slabs across two legs.

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Sally and Jack Skellington on matching legs

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Two side-by-side legs each carry a tattoo of a character from The Nightmare Before Christmas: Sally on the left in a patchwork dress with pink, yellow and blue panels, and Jack Skellington on the right in black and grey. Both stand on cracked grey stone slabs, with bold outlines and simple shading on the figures. The composition mirrors the two designs across the legs, with a plain background behind them.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Ruth Pellow had stitched her dress from forty years of other people's cast-offs, and she was not going to be buried in anything plainer. Her husband, Cornelius, a tall, bony man who had never once kept a hat on his head, sat on the churchyard wall swinging his long legs while the stonemason finished their slabs. Harrow Vale did not get many visitors, and the ones it got usually wanted a plain cross.

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Tobias Quill chiselled slowly because the grey stone kept cracking along lines he could not see until the hammer struck them. He had cut two slabs, grey as dishwater, and set them side by side on the frosted lawn. Ruth wanted her name picked out in red across the top. Cornelius wanted his stone to lean toward hers, as if he had spent his whole life running to catch up with her.

On the third morning Tobias found a crack had run clean through both slabs, straight down the middle, neat as a seam. He reached for the mortar to fill it, and Ruth told him to leave it be. The cracks were the best part, she said. A marriage ought to show where it had been mended.

Cornelius grinned at the stones for a long while after she had gone inside. Then he climbed down, lifted his crooked hat off, and set it on her slab like a lid. By dusk the two stones leaned into each other with their cracks lined up, and the sexton swore the churchyard owl had never seen a pair of graves so pleased with themselves.