Discliamer: Boosh people belong to Mr F. and and Mr B. Joseph belongs to the Old Testament.
Howard couldn't cry as he watched the coffin being lowered into the ground.
"Why Vince?" he thought to himself.
Bollo was comforting Naboo, he saw, as he looked across the grave.
But Howard was far too grief-stricken to cry.
The funeral was exactly how Vince planned, not weeks before he died.
Cancer took him.
His coffin was as coloured as Joseph's coat.
He was buried in a partly see-through dress-type, with gold leggins and white wedge boots.
The same outfit he had worn the only time he'd kissed Howard.
Howard knew what he was doing when he took the overdose.
But he knew that as long as he was with Vince, nothing would ever be wrong.