Ragged and gnarled and stooped like a wind-bent tree,
Her basket full of combs and pins and laces?
Of course I took her poisoned gifts. I wanted
To feel her hands combing out my hair,
To let her lace me up, to take an apple
From her hand, a smile from her lips,
As when I was a child.”
Delia Sherman ~Snow White to the Prince~
Watching this classic again was like going back to my childhood but this time I noticed that the “happily every after” is, after all, a reference to the afterlife.