I was digging through some old stories and I found this, something I had written a short while after my grandpa had passed away. I thought that even though it's not very good, I should post it anyways. As a type of tribute to him.

This is in Stan's point of view and there are no actions, only words. Umm.. I hope you can understand who is talking. If not, I can always fix it so you do. Sorry if it is bad, I don't write well when I'm sad. The italics are Stan thinking to himself, or at least I think that's what he's doing...let's just get this going, shall we?

For my Grandpa; because I agreed to be strong and not cry, but I needed some way to express my grief. I love you, Grandpa. And I'm glad you are in a better place.

Death can be a cruel thing that hits you when you least expect it. One moment your world is perfectly normal, the next is filled with disbelief and heart-killing grief.

"Stanley? Sweetie, I have some bad news."

"Can you tell me later, Mom? I was about to go and play with Kyle."

"Thats the thing, baby. Kyle...well, he...Stanley, your friend died last night. He was hit by a car and passed away in the hospital."

"Ok, mom. I'm going to go play with Kyle now."

"Stan...Kyle is dead."

"No...no! He can't be dead! He can't! You're wrong, dad! He isn't dead and I'm going to go play with him!"

"Stanley, please calm down and listen to us."

"No! Mom, you and dad are wrong!"

I had always thought that death hit those not close to us, it never happened to you and your loved ones...but it does.

"We are gathered here today, to honor a life cut short. Kyle Broflovski was a good little-"

"No!"

"Stanley, sit down and be quiet!"

"But he didn't know Kyle! None of you knew Kyle like I did! This isn't how he would have wanted it!"

"Stan, sit down or your mother and I will take you home!"

"Kyle wouldn't want to be stuck in that suit! He would have wanted his normal clothes. And he would want his hat! He loved his hat! Where is his hat?"

"Randy, please take Stanley home!"

"Come on, Stan."

"No! No, Kyle!"

We wish over and over that they will come back to us, but we know deep down that it isn't possible. However, this knowledge won't stop us from trying to bring them back.

"Stan? Want to come play with me and Cartman?"

"Not now, Kenny. I'm doing research on how to bring back the dead."

"Whatever, Stan. You just need to get over the Jew, he's in hell now and isn't coming back."

"Fuck you, Cartman! You don't know shit!"

Despite all our efforts, we must finally accept the truth. But that doesn't leave us alone, our departed ones are still here with us. We feel them in the wind, hear them singing along with their favorite songs, and sometimes we see them in our dreams. The loss hurts, but they never leave us.

"You will always be my super-best friend, Kyle."

So that was it, very short but i was still grieving and couldn't keep going. I hope you liked it.

I killed Kyle because Stan would be as crushed and upset as I was...

Review please, but no flames. Flames will not be tolerated for this, I warn you when I say I will flip out. This short piece means a lot to me because it helped me deal with grief.