Queen Datsuh's here! This one is a very sad one-shot reviewing guys and ladies. Bring out the tissues. I don't own 'Grave Digger' sung by Dave Matthews Band. Yes I couldn't come up with a title. So I took the cheap way. FORGIVE ME! Ok enough with the melodrama, please read and review. The next one shot will be a happy one. Sneak peak? It involves Rock Music and Rebellion. You'll love it.

Grave Digger

Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913

Veronica Star and Trixie Tang stood in front of a gravestone.

Made his great grandchildren believe

Neither could believe that he died. Funerals were held for sick and old people.

You could live to a hundred and three

Not for a healthy seventeen-year old.

A hundred and three is forever when you're just a little kid

Teenagers grew up. They didn't die. As dangerous as this world was today, the two teens standing in the rain never expected this.

So Cyrus Jones lived forever

"I'll never forget him," Veronica said tearfully.

Trixie nodded unable to speak.

Gravedigger

Trixie's hand shook as she held the purple umbrella over both of them.

When you dig my grave

It had been four months and still she shook anytime she came to this gravesite.

Could you make it shallow

Veronica kissed the gravestone gently. Her heart breaking like it always did. Like it always will.

So that I can feel the rain

"Let's go back to the limo," Veronica said sensing Trixie's shaking getting worse.

"Do you think he's happy where he is?" Trixie asked as Veronica helped her out the graveyard.

Gravedigger

"When we cross over," Veronica said nearing the limo, "we'll ask him."

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Muriel Stonewall

A.J. stood in front of a grave for a seventeen-year old who'd never grow up.

1903 to 1954

Tomorrow would be A.J.'s twentieth birthday. And he knew he had to come and say goodbye.

She lost both of her babies in the second great war

Being from the smart guy crowd he never attended the funeral for the person he'd always remember being seventeen.

Now you should never have to watch

"I know," A.J. said digging his shoes in the dirt, "if you were here to celebrate your twentieth birthday," he said softly, "you'd always celebrate it the way you did everything else," he said, "with style," he said a smile creeping across his face.

As your only children lowered in the ground

A.J. remembered all the times he and the years dead teen spoke. Both good and bad. Really bad in the latter years.

I mean you should never have to bury your own babies

"Veronica and I are dating," A.J. revealed, "I can see why you liked her," he said smiling, "she's a beautiful…guess you'd probably be too old to call her babe if you were still around," he noted, "but you probably wouldn't care," he said remembering the dead teen's behavior when he was alive, "the man, you'd always put that phrase after your first name," he remembered, "I always said it was lame," he said softly, "wonder how many know that I lied."

Gravedigger

"I hope you're happy wherever you are," A.J. said turning to leave.

When you dig my grave

"I may be a scientist," A.J. continued, "but I do believe that something's out there," he said walking away, "waiting to welcome us when we die."

Could you make it shallow

A.J. walked towards his red convertible.

So that I can feel the rain

"Today a party tomorrow NASA," A.J. said driving away.

Gravedigger

And a young adult drove away leaving the graveyard and a particular gravesite behind.

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Ring around the rosy

A group of children ran around the graveyard playing.

Pocket full of posy

"This is not the time for that!" a mother admonishes, "respect the dead."

Ashes to ashes

The kids walk back to their appointed places, completely downtrodden.

We all fall down

"Graveyards are stupid," one kid mutters tugging at his black suit.

Gravedigger

When you dig my grave

Crying can be heard as a new body is buried in the graveyard.

Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain

A new gravesite among hundreds. Each with it's own set of mourners. Each with its own sets of returning visitors.

Gravedigger

But God help those that have no returning visitors. Those gravesites that are forgotten.

Forgotten 'til they have no visitors. No visitors at all.

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Little Mikey Carson 67 to 75

Tootie walked up to the forgotten gravesite.

He rode his

His family had a new golden child. A new eldest to carry on their empire.

Bike like the devil until the day he died

It's so unfair, Tootie thought, despite everything he's a human being, she thought, no one should be abandoned, not even the dead.

When he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze

"You had so many dreams," Tootie said setting to clean the grave site like she did every few months, "nothing was out of your reach," she remembered, "but then death grabbed you," she said sadly, "and you slowly lost everything".

Oh, 1940 to 1992

Tootie slowly cleaned the gravestone with sponge and soap water.

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave

"People say death is an atrocity," Tootie said cleaning the gravestone of all the grime that had gathered on it, "I say it's an atrocity how we treat the dead," she spat.

Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain

"If bodies really have a soul," Tootie continued, "some would be sobbing right now."

Gravedigger
When you dig my grave

When Tootie finished cleaning the tombstone she looked at the inscription sadly.

Could you make it shallow

Here Lies

Tad Johnson

A young man taken

Too soon.

Riches and prosperity wait

For him on the other side

Like they showered on him

While he lived on Earth.

Dear Tad, our earth removed

Seventeen-year old angel.

We Miss You.

So that I can feel the rain

After Tootie finished cleaning the gravestone she gave it a kiss.

"You weren't my friend," Tootie said, "but with all of them gone on to live luxurious lives," she said bitterly, "I guess I'm all you got."

Feel the rain

"That's not true," Timmy said from behind her.

Tootie jumped.

Timmy never likes coming here, Tootie thought, why's he come now? she wondered.

I can feel the rain

"I still remember him."

Tootie turned to see Chad.

"May I have a moment alone?" Chad now twenty-seven, asked.

Gravedigger

"Of course," Tootie said leaving with Timmy.

Chad sighed and sat in front of Tad's gravestone.

"I haven't been there for you that much have I?" Chad asked, "Your best friend left you when you entered the grave," he said sadly, "I'm sorry."

A cool breeze blew threw the graveyard.

Chad swore he saw a teen blonde smiling sadly at him not far away.

Then he disappeared.

"Man," Chad whispered.

Gravedigger