Oh.

So you’re dead. And it’s over. And you’re dead.

You’ve live years and have travelled miles and miles, you’ve told stories that you’ve lived and you’ve smiled and smiled.

All just to end up here, in this casket, in this cemetery, in front of me and nobody else.

And I never really knew you, but the thought of nobody at your funeral made me feel gross.

That’s why I’m here, for you but mostly for me.

And that’s okay. Are you okay? You look okay. You look dead. You are dead. Sorry about that…

Is that oak? Who paid for that? Oh man, that is cheap oak. Hopefully you don’t get any splinters.

“Now the ceremonial cremation will commence.”

They’re going to take off your clothes now, I’ll look away.

“Look away as we take off his clothes sir,”

Maybe just a peek. Holy crap I can’t believe you had such a monstrous dong this whole time!

What a waist!

“3.2.1, burn the man, in the name of god.”

What a waste.