A/N: The wrestling world lost a great man in Paul Bearer on Tuesday March 5 2013. Fans all over the wrestling world mourned the lost of perhaps the greatest wrestling manager in history in Bearer. This is my tribute to Paul. He will be sorely missed. On the gravestone used, both real names and ring names will be referenced! Hope you enjoy guys!

Rain poured down on a lone figure standing in a desolate graveyard as he stood in front of one tombstone in particular. It bore the following inscription which was fresh and written in the finest calligraphy.

"Paul Bearer, William Moody. To most he was known by the former name. He gave more than 30 rewarding years to the business of wrestling. He passed on his knowledge of managing and helped make top superstars. Two of which Paul held very dearly to his heart. The Undertaker known outside of wrestling as Mark Calaway and his on-screen brother Kane, known outside of wrestling as Glenn Jacobs. Paul worked with either man for what seemed like his entire life and came to be known as a father figure to both men."

Below the intial inscription it read in slightly bigger text it had an additional smaller message that was clearly written to be an in-character message from Bearer.

"Ohhhh yeeeeees...MY Undertaker. I may be moving on to the real Dark Side without you, but I will always love both you and your brother Kane."

It then read as a final note on the gravestone a small message containing Bearer's date of birth and death.

"Paul Bearer - April 10, 1954 – March 5 2013. He will never be forgotten both as a manager of wrestling and a dear friend. His spirit shall live on forever in our hearts and in our minds."

The figure gazed at the tombstone for what seemed like eternity before removing the black cowboy hat he had on, revealing himself as The Undertaker, before placing it back on, and tipping it in a farewell gesture.

"I'll see you on the other side someday Paul...my Father Of Destruction." He whispered in a gravely Texas accent as a lone tear ran down his cheek that went unnoticed by the pouring rain.

Slowly, and with a heavy heart, The Demon Of Death Valley left the graveyard to where his best friend and on-screen half-brother Kane awaited him by their two-seated motorcycle.

Wordlessly, the younger of the two men wrapped his arms around Taker in a comforting hug, shedding a few tears himself.

"You did the right thing brother. He would've wanted you to be the first soul to visit his grave." Kane whispered softly and a touch cryptically.

Taker looked at his younger sibling for a moment before he spoke up again. "But what about you, Kane? He was your father as well as mine." He said.

Kane shook his head. "I'll visit him here when I'm ready to. It's best that way." He answered.

Taker flashed his brother a rare smile. "Thank you Kane." He replied.

Kane nodded. "Of course brother. Now let's go."

Taker nodded and the two climbed aboard their motorcycle and drove off in the pouring rain, their respects paid until they felt it right to come back.

The End!