Ren Höek lay disturbed. He was being desecrated while six feet under. As his corpse rotted, a man whistled as he unbuttoned his pants and relieved himself onto the grave, disregarding what lay under and smiling all the while.

Stimpy dropped his bouquet of onions (that he would place on the grave) and ran up to the man. He wasn't exactly angry, just confused and a little pissed.

"What are you doing on Ren's grave?" The cat asked, averting his eyes from the grave.

"Pissing on it."

"But why?"

"Cause he deserves it," the man grinned at Stimpy, the sort that reminded him of Ren, but he knew it wasn't. Ren wouldn't spill his urine on a grave. Not in the daytime anyway.

"He was a jerk, stole my wife, beat up my friend into a coma, et cetera. Like I said, deserves it."

"But he was good. He was my best friend. Maybe more than that."

Stimpy couldn't believe Ren would have done such horrid things, even if he saw the chihuahua himself get arrested multiple times.

"Good? Bastard rammed me off the street once, I know he had some personal vendetta against me, so that's why I'm doing it."

The man zipped his pants up and kicked up the mound of dirt, "if he was good, I must be a supervillain, then."

Stimpy took out his wallet and showed the man some pictures, those of he and Ren. Among them were Ren slapping him as usual, Stimpy consoling Ren while he was vomiting into a toilet, Ren with him in a chokehold, he and Ren holding hands in the sunset (Ren had an axe behind his back), and him trying to pry Ren off a woman's back.

"I told you he was good. Duh, my best friend."

The man chuckled, "do best friends try to kill each other?"

Stimpy shrugged, "Maybe, I don't know. He never told me."

The two looked at Ren's grave for a few seconds. Even in the short time the could feel an incredibly negative energy emanating from his crudely-marked (and now stained) tombstone.

"Well," the man broke silence, "Good luck living without your best friend. Some friend he was, I'll bet."

Stimpy watched as the man who desecrated Ren's grave shuffled away and drove out in his car. Then he heard a loud shriek.

A disembodied voice screamed into Stimpy's ear, and he knew it was Ren.

"AGH! If I knew sueecide meant my grave bein' jizzed on, I'd have myself cremated!"

"Ren? Where are you? Are you alive?"

"No, you eediot! I'm in purgatory! An unholy ghost!" Ren, or his ghost, shrieked again, "Now do me a favor and clean up my grave! And forget about me!"

Stimpy wiped away a tear, "it's good to have you back. Kind of."