South Park © Matt and Trey

Descend Unto Me

Kyle wasn't sure what to think as he floated lazily in a circle, staring at the billions of stars around him. "Where am I?"

Kenny, who was floating a few feet ahead of him, merely chuckled and pulled down his parka hood. "The last place you'd expect to be," he said as he and Kyle came face to face with a giant button. "Go on, press it."

"No way dude! Something bad might happen!"

The blonde rolled his eyes at his naïve friend, grabbing Kyle's arm and pressing both their hands to the button, the redhead wincing in terror the entire time.

"Relax, dude, and open your eyes already," Kenny laughed as he began dragging Kyle down a path.

"What is this place?" he asked in awe as he looked around at the various sized buildings, glimmering in the perfect lighting while small clouds lazily drifted by.

"Heaven, r-tard."

"Wait. What?" Kyle screeched as he pulled his hand away from Kenny's grasp, memories of only minutes ago flooding his mind. "Stan…"

"Look," Kenny smiled sympathetically as he placed his hands on his friend's shoulders. "Heaven tends to make you forget who you used to be on Earth and what happened when you died. Try to remember and keep it in your mind."

"Why does it seem like you know everything about this place?"

"Because I've been here several times, and several more in Hell…" he grinned.

"But we've never been dead, Kenny. How could you…?"

"You've never been dead, but I have, and I've tried telling and showing you guys so many times," he sighed as he began walking down the path again, hands behind his head. "Just try to keep up. I want you to meet someone. If you can call it a someone…"

The redhead was still in a state of awe, not only now from his new surroundings, but from his memories as well. "Poor Stan…I wish there was something I could do to help him through this."

"Well, since you're not cursed like me, that seems highly unlikely. But~" the blonde cooed too sweetly. "Seeing as I am and I'll be returning to Earth in a few hours, I just might be willing to help."

"You mean you're leaving me here alone?" Kyle wailed, fear washing over him as he leapt on Kenny's back, wrapping his arms around the slightly taller teens neck, holding him in place.

"Just for a little bit," he replied as he began to float off the ground, the redhead somewhat terrified as he floated upwards with Kenny, seeing as he was still attached to him. "I'm sure I'll be back weekly, maybe a few days in a row if you're lucky. It all depends on what Stan's current condition is and how many freak accidents happen to kill me."

"I'm still not sure I fully believe you about how you know everything, and the dying and stuff," Kyle began to cry, hugging Kenny tightly, "but if it's all true, thank you. I don't know what I would do if anything happened to Stan."

"And who knows what he's going to do without you. You guys are a two sided coin, don't forget," he said as they gently landed on a ledge who knows how far up from where they were moments ago. "Figures I'd find him here."

"Who?"

"Look for yourself," he encouraged as he gently pried Kyle's arms from around his neck, turning in their embrace to face emerald eyes. "But try not to stare too much."

The pair took to holding hands as they approached the 'it' Kenny had mentioned earlier.

"Back so soon?" the creature chuckled as it lazily scratched behind its ear as the pair approached.

Kenny merely smiled in kind and shook his head. "You know I had to come back to see your beautiful smiling face!" he teased as he sat down before the creature. "C'mon, Kyle, sit."

The ginger slowly eyed the creature then Kenny before finally deciding it wise to sit, as it did seem that Kenny knew this place well and probably knew what was best.

"Kyle, God. God, my best friend Kyle," he introduced lazily as Kyle squatted his way into a sitting position, nearly falling the rest of the way when he discovered who Kenny was talking to.

"Hi," Kyle then awkwardly offered with a meek wave.

"He must not get out much, huh?" the creature then smiled at Kenny. "Only joking, boy! Only joking!" he then grinned at Kyle. "So tell me about yourself."

The trio conversed for several hours, and as Kenny had promised, he began to fade out of the existence of Heaven before their very eyes.

"Like I said, I'll be back in a few days or up to a week. I promise."

Kyle nodded, a frown lining his lips. He would be all alone to either talk to God or wander around Heaven and get used to the place, the latter being something he would have to do eventually anyway seeing as he'd be here for a while. Or all eternity…

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As Kenny faded from one plane of existence to the other, he caught a glimpse of his once dead body and casket fade away, along with all the flowers and decorations surrounding it. He then looked up at his teary eyed parents as he stood between them then to Stan bawling his eyes out as he leaned on the remaining casket in the room.

The noirette jumped slightly as warm arms encircled him from behind, a head coming to rest between his shoulder blades. "It's just me, dude," Kenny whispered, smiling sympathetically as Stan relaxed against him.

"Thank you for trying to save him," the other teen whispered back, turning his head only slightly toward Kenny. "Why did he have to be so damned stubborn?"

"So you would have someone to keep in line, I guess," the blonde offered as he slowly raised his head, allowing Stan to turn in his arms and hold him, sobbing into his shoulder. Out of reflex from the many other times he had to comfort his friend, a hand came up and began running through silky black locks over and over in an attempt to calm him.

After Stan's sobs had dwindled down to sniffles, Kenny steered them to an empty couch in the corner, offering the noirette a box of tissues.

"I don't know if I can handle the funeral tomorrow," he sniffed after he blew his nose, new tears brimming his azure eyes. "I'm broken enough already."

"I know it's hard, but this is something you have to do to find closure, otherwise you'll never forgive yourself for not seeing him off properly," Kenny soothed as Stan laid his head on his shoulder, his eyes closed to fight the new tears.

"I know…" he sighed, tugging a new tissue from the box beside him. "It's just hard. I don't know if his parents are even as hurt as I am. I mean, look at them! I've seen Sheila cry maybe twice today and Gerald not at all."

"It's because they know death, they've seen it before and know how to cope with it. This is your first real funeral setting ever and your best friend to boot. If it had been a relative it probably wouldn't be so hard on you."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Stan replied. "I hardly see my relatives, but Kyle I've seen just about every day of our lives since we met. I must sound stupid…"

Kenny looped an arm awkwardly around Stan's shoulder, pulling him closer. "Just let your feelings out; it can only help heal your heart."

Stan laughed under his breath. "When did you become so wise and knowing?"

Kenny laughed with him for a moment, suddenly noticing that it became rather silent next to him. His sky blue eyes saw something that made him smile warmly: Stan was asleep. It was the first time he could recall that Stan was ever trusting enough to fall asleep leaning on anyone but Kyle.

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Sorry this took so long to get out…I kept redoing the heaven scene and decided to go ahead with the viewing in this chapter too. It'll be out of the 'depressing' stuff soon! :D