"Shouldn't we take a break? We've been walking for hours," Ford huffed as he bent over with his hands on his knees.

"Nope! I want to see as much as I can," Stan said without a hint of fatigue in his voice or body language.

Ford sighed and wiped sweat from his brow. He couldn't recall the last time, if ever, he was unable to keep up with Stan physically in his adult life. Usually, it was the chubby Stan struggling to keep up with the more athletic Ford. His brother's seemingly endless amount of energy baffled him. Ford took a moment to catch his breath before following his tenacious brother. Stan will have to tire out eventually, right?

Wrong.

Stan kept them going until the sun went down. He seemed to have a newfound appreciation for nature as he looked around at the plant life and occasional wildlife they come across on their trek.

Ford enjoyed nature walks as much as the next guy, but Stan had completely worn him out. When they reached an open clearing, Ford suggested they sit down and look at the stars. Stan happily agreed.

Ford plopped down on the ground. He wasn't really in the mood to look at stars, he was just happy to finally be able to sit. As Stan sat next to him contently staring up at the sky, Ford pulled out their map. Once they had rested, he wanted to return to camp and go to bed.

"Ford," Stan's voice cut through the silence. "What do you think happens when we die?"

Ford, exhausted and trying to concentrate on reading the map, didn't catch the somber tone of Stan's question. "Hang on…" he said dismissively.

After scanning the map and feeling satisfied he had a basic idea of where they are, Ford put the map away and gave his brother his full attention. "Sorry, what did you say?"

"I said…what do you think happens after we die?"

"Hmm…it's hard to say. I've documented the existence of ghosts, so there does exist some form of afterlife. But not every person can become a ghost or the world would be overrun with them. But there is a possibly that most ghosts exist on a different wavelength and the ones we can see are just a few exceptions that can be seen in the frequency of our dimension-"

"So you don't know?" Stan said cutting him off.

Ford gave a chuckle. "No, I don't. I'm afraid it's a mystery I've failed to solve."

"I'm surprised you can stand to leave any mystery unsolved, Poindexter."

"Even with my study of ghosts, the nature of death has always eluded me. As it eludes all."

"Until we die."

"Excuse me?"

"I…I mean…the people who already died know what happens, right?"

"True. I suppose it's a mystery that will be revealed to all of us in time."

Stan smiled sadly. "I guess that's one thing I'll know before you."

"Wait…what? What are you talking about?"

"I…I just mean…you know…cause…you're…you're such a health nut. You'll…you'll probably outlive me." Stan smiled as innocently as possible. "It's a joke."

"That's not funny, Stanley."

"Sorry." Stan hung his head.

"Ah, don't worry about it, knucklehead." Ford smiled and wrapped his arm around his brother's shoulder. "And where do you get off calling me a health nut when you've made us walk nonstop for hours?"

"It's payback for all the rabbit food you made me eat on the Stan O' War."

"If I let you eat your way, you would have had ice cream for dinner."

"Well, excuse me for wanting to live." Stan ribbed his brother playfully.

Ford returned with his own playful ribbing. "Excuse me for wanting you to live a longer life."

Stan couldn't help but chuckle at the irony. Ford had been so concerned about Stan's bad eating habits cutting his life short. Considering his life was about to be cut short anyway, he might as well have let Stan eat all the ice cream he wanted.