It was the one year anniversary of his death, and I'm not sure what I expected when I decided to visit his grave… but it had to be done. Most people bring flowers when they visit a dead loved one, but not me; I bring new items from our joke shop. I'm confidant he'd laugh if he could see it; I made them for him anyway.

"Hey Freddie, it's me, the holy one" I whispered, placing the offerings on his head stone. I couldn't hold it much longer, I wept until I couldn't weep anymore, expelling the pain from my body like vomit.

"We all miss you ya know. It's hard to get over. I can't look in a mirror anymore without seeing your face staring back at me. It always looked better on you anyway"

The air around me took on a thick, chilly quality and seemed to close in around me. I may be mistaken, but I could have sworn I felt a pair of arms wrap around me as I heard a faint "BOO!" echo in the cemetery.

I left chuckling.