The decade is dying. The table is set. You are cordially — and irrevocably — summoned to witness the final hours of Eli's thirties at a dinner of considerable theatrics and questionable taste.

There will be candlelight. There will be courses. There will be eulogies for his youth, whether he likes it or not.

Come dressed for the occasion. Come hungry. Come before the clock strikes forty.

[IMAGE BREAK: Something tall/vertical works well here — a single candelabra, a dramatic staircase, a gothic doorway. This creates a visual pause between the intro and the details.]

THE DETAILS

When Friday, May 29th — 7:00 PM (The witching hour came and went. We settled for dinner instead.)

Where 6605 Fernshaw Dr. (Ring the bell. If no one answers, you've come to the right place.)

Dinner A multi-course meal will be served. Eli spent 15 years in kitchens so he could cook for his friends one dramatic night — let him have this.

[IMAGE BREAK: A food-adjacent shot — dark moody plating, a hand pouring wine in low light, a table laden with dramatic dishes. Something that says "this meal is an event."]

THE DRESS CODE

This is not a costume party. This is a mood. Interpret freely from the following:

Afterlife Formal — What you'd wear to your own elegant funeral.

Gothic Dinner Party — Velvet, jewel tones, something your Victorian ghost aunt would approve of.

Tastefully Undead — You look incredible. You also might be dead. Hard to tell.

Haunt Couture — Fashion-forward, otherworldly, possibly arrived via séance.

[IMAGE BREAK: This is a great spot for a fashion/aesthetic reference — a dark velvet texture, ornate vintage jewelry, a dramatic outfit detail. Could also be a collage-style mood board if you want to give guests real visual inspiration.]

THE RSVP

Seats at this table are reserved for the living (and those willing to pretend). Kindly confirm your attendance by May 21st so we may set your place — or your place setting, at minimum.

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"Dying is easy. Turning 40 is the real haunting."