Scene: Nighttime- The Salvatore's house

Situation: Unable to cope with his grief, Damon comes home drunk on the night before Elena's funeral

Damon(lamenting as he stumbles through the front door): Elena..Elena..Elena..Elena

Stefan(helping Damon off of the ground): Are you ok?

Damon(choked up): No, Stefan, I am not alright. In fact, I will never be alright for as long as Elena is dead.

Stefan: Are you drunk?

Damon(still choked up): Yes

Stefan: You are acting totally act of character. I can't believe you have decided to get drunk on the night before Elena's funeral.

Damon(crying, he yells): I don't care

Stefan: You shouldn't waste your life getting drunk because you might lose everything that you love.

Damon(hysterical, he is still yelling): I don't care

Stefan: What do you hope to accomplish by getting drunk?

Damon(still crying, he looks at his only picture that he has of Elena): I want Elena to come back to me

Stefan(yelling): You need to wake up, Damon, Elena is dead and gone forever. She is never coming back to us since she is dead.

Damon(showing Stefan the picture of Elena): True love never dies, it grows stronger with time

Stefan(looking at the picture): I hate that thing meaning the picture

Damon(sobbing): When someone that you love dies, there will always be a hole in your heart no matter how many times you may try to move forward with your life. They mean so much to you that you have a hard time breathing because you know you will have to live in a world without them alive. Thats how I feel right now at this moment in time, Stefan.

Stefan(choked up): I am sorry for your loss

Damon(hysterical): No, you are not

Stefan: Thats untrue

Damon(still emotional): Heartbroken, I am having a hard time letting go of Elena.I don't understand how you are sorry for my loss if you have never been in love like I have been in love and experience what I have experienced. Please don't tell me that you know how I feel because you don't have a clue about how I feel.

Stefan: I know your circumstance is out of my hands to control. There is absolutely that I can do or say that will make a difference in your life. I hope you will find other ways besides drinking alcohol that will help you to cope with your pain and grief.

Damon(angry, he starts punching and kicking):Stefan, please go to hell

Stefan(fighting back): No, Damon, you need to go to hell

Shakespeare(pulling Stefan and Damon apart): Please stop fighting, guys. I am sick and dying, why can't you pay any attention to me?

Damon(crying, he embraces Shakespeare): I love you, my beloved son

Shakespeare(choked up): I know, dad

(Tabitha walks into the room carrying baby Casper in her arms. All of Damon's attention turns toward his precious baby son)

Damon(to Tabitha): Can I hold my son for a moment?

Tabitha(placing Casper into Kyle's arms): Yes of course, you can hold the baby

Damon(speaking to Casper): I love you, my little angel. You look just like your beautiful mother

(Casper cooes making Damon and the others laugh)