A/N: Just a little one shot, about the death of Sully. Dedicated to fellow Sully haters Laperkin, Mumrulz, and CSI-4077. Quite possibly the most ridiculous thing I've ever written, but if you're reading Fairytale Dreams, you know how I get late at night! I believe this is what I've heard referred to as a crackfic. Enjoy!!

The timely demise of Timothy Sullivan

Tim Sullivan, aka Sully, stepped off his boat, Temperance. He was so glad to be setting foot on dry land once again, and then he saw her, waiting for him across the street, sitting on a park bench. He waved enthusiastically, and began to move towards her.

But, alas, their reunion was not meant to be. The second Sully stepped onto the crosswalk, the stoplights inexplicably turned green, and a rush of cars sped toward him. No one seemed to notice him, and with an incredibly girlish scream, he was battered by car after car after car. Miraculously, when the streetlight changed back to red, he was still alive, and able to walk. Temperance was still waiting for him.

He managed a smile and continued on his way to her. Unfortunately, on the over pass above him, a truck carrying pianos got in a wreck, tipping over sideways, and in a cruel twist of fate, sent all the pianos over the edge, directly onto Sully. As he was pummeled with piano after piano after piano, he kept his eyes on Temperance. She was reading, and appeared not to see him getting every bone in his body broken.

When it was all over, Tim Sullivan, aka Sully, was no more, an angel not long for this world. Temperance glanced up from her book, finally noticing the broken body in front of her. She shrugged, and pulled out her cell phone to call Booth for lunch.

A/N: So, wow, yea, what'd ya think? I may be alone in saying this, but I'll admit to laughing idiotically while writing this.