ASHES TO ASHES

A/N: Here's the final chapter of the story. So if I freaked you guys out with the last one, but I said six parts and I'll do six flippin parts. Gosh!

Horatio stood on the edge of the football field looking over the proceedings below.

There were six people standing on the field; Napoleon, Kip, Lawfunduh, an older woman and two other teenagers. On a small card table sat an urn.

Oh, and the old lady had a lama.

"Tina, you fat lard! Stop eating the flowers!" Napoleon yelled.

"For Christ sakes Napoleon, give it a rest!" The old lady yelled.

"Sorry Grandma," He mumbled.

Kip mimicked Napoleons apology.

"Shut-up Kip! Why don't you go eat a decrodent piece of crap!"

"Napoleon!" His Grandmother yelled.

Napoleon went quiet and started pulling out tots from his pocket.

Kip cleared his throat and pulled out a piece of paper. He started singing softly.

Uncle Rico

You loved you steak and milk-o

You sold Tupa-ware

At a reasonable fare

Uncle Rico

You loved foot ball-o

You could've been a star

Instead you died in your car

If life was a movie, you played a major part

You will always be deep in our hearts

You were there for the highs, and the lows

You were living your life like an eighties show

You were a swell guy, that's a fact

Who knew steak could cause a heart attack?

You lived a good life, full and long

We'll miss you always, now that you're gone.

Everyone was crying silently and Kip threw the ashes into the wind. Napoleon walked over to where Horatio was standing.

The youth looked Horatio in the eye; he had ashes in his hair.

"Thanks," Napoleon said solemnly. He walked away.

Horatio watched as the teen walked towards his loved ones, noticing he had ashes in his hair.

"Gross you sicko!" He cried "Gosh! Idiot!"

Horatio put on his sunglasses and walked away. Gosh indeed.

A/N: So that's the end of that. Thanks to those who stuck through this story, and offered me lines to use. You guys are flippin' sweet! I think I'll go play some tetherball now. Anyone want to play me?