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The grave

Stan knelt down infront of Kyle's grave. The headstone read:

"Kyle Brofslovski. 1991-2006

Beloved son, brother and boyfriend.

Now he lives with the angels"

Stan just knelt there, lost in his own thoughts. Remembering all the times they had together.

There was a voice from behind him "Hey dude. You ok?" Stan turned around and Saw tall blonde standing behind him

"Hey Kenny. What's up?"

"I talked to pip"

Stan stood up and looked him square in the eyes "please don't tell me you've come his as his messenger"

"No. I haven't. I just wanted to see if you were all right"

Stan looked at Kenny "I'm as fine as I'm going to be, I think. Given the circumstances, really"

Kenny Smiled "Yeah. I kinda guessed that" He looked over Stan's shoulder and waved "BUTTERS! OVER HERE!"

Stan turned around and saw butters jogging towards them "Hey fellas. Hey Stan. How's it g-goin?"

"Hey Butters. What're you doing here?" Stan asked

"Well I went to Kenny's house, only Kenny wasn't there you see, so then I wanted to go and see how you were doing so I went to your house, but see, your parents said you weren't there either, so I kinda gussed I knew where you'd be, then I came here…and Kenny called me over so…here I am" he said in his usual naive manner

Kenny kissed butters on the cheek. "You're cute, you know that?"

Butters smiled and blush "Awh shucks Kenny." He said, his cheeks burning, giggling shyly.

Slowly, they all went quiet, staring down at Kyle's grave.

Stan broke the silence "Nothing's the same since he died." He said solemnly.

Kenny looked up "Well, that's true" He said "Cartman has no one to fight with, since I will no longer give him the time of day until he cuts the 'poor' crap out, we no longer have someone to be our voice of reason when we do stupid stuff, I have no one worth sexually teasing…"

"HEY!" Butters exclaimed

"…except Butters, none of the adults have someone to yell at them for doing stupid stuff and you…" Kenny stopped right there, knowing what he wanted to say, but not wanting to say it

Stan took the words right out of his mouth "…Lost my best friend, have no boyfriend and to cap it all, was the one who killed him. I know, Kenny"

Kenny put his arm around Stan's shoulders and smiled "Come on. Chin up, ay lad? Whatever version of heaven Jews believe in, we all know he's in it. He's watching us now, not wanting any of us to feel sorry for ourselves about what we did to him or because of how much we miss him. You know Kyle, He'd want us all to move forward. He'd say to you 'I don't want you to stay alone for the rest of your life. That will make you unhappy, which will make me unhappy' Or something like that"

Stan's heart nearly stopped right there. Those were the exact words Kyle had used in the letter he had left on stan's desk after they took their last photos together. "Where did you get that from?" He asked

"My head?" was all Kenny could reply "Why?"

Stan thought for a second. He couldn't tell them about the last day he had spent with Kyle, he just couldn't, or the letter, and nor could he tell them when those photos were taken. They would all think he was crazy and it's not like the photos would act as proof, since no one he knew had photos of people that had been taken after they had died. Or no one he knew ADMITTED it, at least. Probably for the same reason Stan wasn't going to. He looked at his friends who were all wandering what the hell was going on "he….he said that to me before he died" It was thin, but he hoped they would believe it

Kenny looked at him for a second. "Fair enough" he replied "Oh no" he was looking behind Stan

"What?" Stan asked, he could hear footsteps in the snow behind him.

"Hello there, Faggots!" came a horse, and smug sounding voice from behind Stan

"Christ, why did he have to turn up?" Stan uttered to him self

"Oh Hamburgers" Butters said in a small voice