The Depressed Dog
A sequel to Cybrawler253's fanfic, Life of Stewie
by LDEJRuff
Note from Cybrawler253: I've gotten a couple of requests to make another chapter, so...I guess I'll make another chapter! I've got an idea on how I want to go about doing this, so I'm planning on updating sometime this December.
Author's note: It's already past December, and Cybrawler253 still hasn't added another chapter. I guess it's fallen upon me to continue the story for her. I hope she would appreciate it if I continue the story for her.
Chapter 1 - The Farmer's Market and the Funeral
It's been a day since Stewie sacrificed himself to save Brian's life. After he died, Brian once had thoughts of suicide, until Stewie's ghost urged him to keep living on.
Anyway, Brian was still asleep inside Stewie's crib, still shedding tears of grief. However, Stewie's memory still helped him cope through the loss.
"Oh, Stewie," Brian said. "If only we hadn't gone to the dump to destroy the time machine, you'd..." It was when he realized something. "Wait," he continued, slightly brightening. "That's it! All I have to do is build my own time machine, then I can go back and save Stewie!"
Brian waited until it was time to go to the Farmer's Market with the rest of the Griffins. While there, Brian noticed the Kabobs stand, where Stewie's supplier, Yousef, was. Brian ran over there, and Yousef noticed that Stewie was not with the family.
"You must be Brian," Yousef said. "Stewie told me much about you. I see that he isn't with the family this time. How so?"
"It's a very sad story," Brian replied, "and I'll tell you about it later. But right now, I need some parts for a mainframe I have to construct."
"Wait, you're looking for a titanium capacitor?" Yousef asked. "Sorry, but there isn't any way to get those anymore."
"What do you mean?" Brian replied.
"Well, this one guy who made those for me drew a doodle of Mohammad, so he's not around anymore. He wasn't even doing it on purpose, just absentmindedly while talking on the phone. But it was Mohammad, so...you know."
Brian sighed. "Well, thanks anyway." With that, Brian walked back, disappointed. "Without a capacitor, it'll be impossible to build a working time machine. I guess this means that Stewie is...really gone for good."
A few days have passed, and nearly all of Quahog was at the Cemetery for Stewie's funeral. Brian and nearly the rest of the Griffins were near Stewie's casket. Among the guests attending were Brian's gay cousin, Jasper, and his spouse, Ricardo.
"Hey, Jasper," Brian greeted sadly. "Thanks for coming. Stewie would be very happy you came."
"No problem, Brian," Jasper replied. "I'm really sorry for your loss. You know, Ricardo and I don't usually attend funerals for babies. But since he was your friend, I really wanted to come."
"That would really mean a lot to me," Brian said. "But Stewie was more than just a friend." He sighed. "Much more."
"Where's Dad?" Meg asked Chris. "We're going to be starting soon."
"Oh, he's here," Chris answered her. "He just insisted on being the mysterious man who watches the funeral from across the street in the rain."
As Chris implied, their dad, Peter, was watching the funeral from across the street in the rain.
"Then," Chris continued, "he's going to be the rich guy in the limo who drives by the funeral and shows no emotion."
Immediately following Chris's previous statement, Peter was inside a limousine and was emotionless.
"And now," Chris continued, "he's gonna be the old platoon mate who comes to pay his respects."
Contrary to what Chris said, Peter was dressed as someone else. "I decided to be the mistress who no one knew about 'til now, instead," he said.
The funeral had begun.
"Thank you, everyone, for coming today," Lois addressed the attendees sadly. "I know Peter wanted to say a few words." With that, she allowed Peter to deliver a eulogy.
Pulling out a piece of paper, Peter began with a greeting, "Hi, everybody. Um, I guess the first thing I wanna say is, if you're not gonna have your cupcake, I will have it. There is only enough for one per person." With that, he put the paper away. "Well, that's all I've prepared. Okay, I'm winging it now." He then sighed sadly. "Oh, boy," he continued. "this is, um this is probably the worst pain I've ever had to go through, and I've sprained my ankle twice. Um, the truth is, Stewie wasn't just our baby. He was the one who brought our family together. I know a lot of us don't know much about him, but he was starting to get a fresh start. And..." He broke into tears before continuing. "I-I'm gonna spend the rest of my life missing him."
"We're all gonna miss him, Peter," Lois consoled. "We're all gonna miss him very much."
The attendees all began to cry tears of sadness, except for Glen Quagmire, who was rather cross.
"Dammit," he whispered. "Why the hell couldn't it have been that son of a bitch, Brian?"
Stewie's casket was lowering, and Brian was wiping his tears away. Before the lowering stopped, as he was watching, Brian threw one last rose to the casket.
"Goodbye, my friend," he thought.