(From Planescape: Torment Videogame - 1999):

The air suddenly grows cold.

"You..." the icy hiss seems to resonate throughout the entire chamber. The flames dim, the incense snufs out and the last dying wispsof sweet smoke snake through the air. You look around, trembling, the chill finally touching your bare skin.

A blue and white mist unfolds on the steps of the tomb, and a cold fog billows outward as a woman's visage coalesces before your eyes. She is strikingly beautiful, with long, white flowing hair cascading down her pale shoulders. Her gown stirs in an unfelt preeze, soft and blue as the winter sky. Her face is smooth, tender, but where tranquiility should be there is a twisted snarl of fury.

"You! What is it that brings you here?! Have you come to see first-hand the misery you have wrought? Perhaps in death I still hold some shred of use for you...?" Her voice dropped bitterly, tinged with both self-mockery and want, "...'my Love.'"

....

The ghostly apparition, Deinonarra, claims she knows you, that you are her "Love." Whatever keeps her on the physical plane must be powerful indeed, for her to stave off death so long. Dying does not seem to have improved her disposition.