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There are somethings in the world most people had to see to believe. Seeing the Undertaker cry was one of them. Glenn couldn't help but stare at the scene. Mark was on his knees crying on the porch beside his dog. Glenn rubbed the bridge of his nose. The day he visits his brother after retiring, this happens. His curiosity finally got the better of him, and he had to ask.

"Mark. Why are you crying?"

"He's dead. My dog is dead."

Glenn blinked. Mark loved dogs more than anything, and sure enough, his wasn't moving.

"Do you know what happened?"

Glen came up beside him, and Mark sniffled."No. I was smoking, and once in a while I'd do like this."Mark blew smoke in Glenn's face making his brother cough."Then, he curled up and died."

Glenn felt his eyes water from the smoke and realized something. That wasn't normal cigarette smoke. He took a good look at Mark, and it hit him. That wasn't a cigarette;it was a joint.

"Mark. Where'd you get the cigarettes from?"

Mark took another hit."Orton dropped them off yesterday. He someone sent them for ya, so I figured ya wouldn't mind if I got one."

Glenn took it from him and stared at. It looked just like a regular cigarette, and there was only one person who would send him these. He was going to kill Rob. Mark then stole it back from him and blew smoke at him again.

"Get yer own."

Glenn then felt the smoke begin to effect his brain."It's mine anyway."

"I'm found it first, and I'm older."

"Yeah, but you're too dumb to realize you're high."

Mark stared at the joint."I am?"

"Yes."

He looked at the dog in front of him."So, 'Taker's not dead?"

"No. He's just stoned like you, and I'm getting there too."

"Oooooooh. Okay."

He manged to reach the rocking chair on the right side of the porch. Glenn then took the left one as 'Taker began to twitch. Mark looked at the dog then at Glenn and finally at the joint in his hand. After a moment of contemplation, he took another hit. Glenn stared at his brother as he kicked his feet up on the porch railing. Mark finally noticed him after a while.

"What? I'm already high, and I have nothing to do."

Glenn blinked. He had a point."Pass it, then."

Mark complied, and Glenn kicked his feet up as well. Glenn felt his high set in and heard Mark begin to sing softly and in a daze.

"In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, baby, don't you know that I love you? In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, honey, don't you know that I'll always be true?"

Glenn suddenly found this hilarious and started laughing. Mark stopped."If ya drop that and light my porch on fire, I'll kill you."

"I won't. I dumb enough to do it...again."

"You set someone's porch on fire?"

"Yes."

"When?"

Glenn thought for a second."I don't remember."

Mark started laughing like a little kid."Yer stupid."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am- What are we arguing about again?"

Mark stared at him."I don't know."

The rest of the day was spent on the porch in silence. That was until they got hungry and raided Mark's fridge, that is, before collapsing in the living room.

FIN

This is a complete and utter crack-fic, and I'm not even sure where this came from. Just to be a good person, I should say I do not condone getting high, but what you do on your own time is none of my f-ing business.