Sometimes we pretend not to care, that may be the time that we need to care the most.

The sky was blue. So very blue. The white, spotless, clouds moved lazily across the hot, summer, sky. That was the kind of sky that would of made Buz's day.

The brown dirt was heaped up all over the green grass. Tod could feel the sweat dripping off his is back in his formal suit.

Today was a day meant for fun at the ocean, not standing in the middle of a cemetery, listening to a minister who was trying to guess what kind of person that your best friend was.

Buz. He chuckled almost to himself. That was something that would take all day to talk about.

Buz never had it easy. Orphaned from birth, he was trained in the way of the New York streets. He saw death almost daily growing up and missed it many a time himself.

When Buz had started that first day for Tod's father; he was still just a boy with a hate for everyone. Tod's father made Buz into a man and the day they lost Mr. Stiles it seemed like Buz took it harder than he did.

From that point on they had been together. Driving across America in old car of Tod's, they had been through it all. They were more than friends, they were brothers.

Tod had no idea how that minister finished. Perhaps his silent goodbye was more than Buz thought he deserved.

After the hole had been covered, and everyone had left. Tod stood there a while waiting. Then he left in his car, not noticing the two men in the sky smiling down on him.