"Clyde wake up dude." Clyde opens his eyes to see Craigs face staring over him. His heart was still empty and he felt like he got ran over by a truck. Everything hurt, from the banging in his head to the sting in his eye. "You gotta get ready for the funeral."

Clyde sits up, rubbing his eyes, "How long did I sleep for?"

"You fell asleep at around 6 pm yesterday, it's 7 am now, so 13 hours," Craig responds to the brunette; Clyde instantly noticed the black suit Craig was wearing and the one he had laid out on his dresser for Clyde.

Clyde stands up and grabs the article of items of clothing, "I can't believe this is happening a second time," He sighs.

Craig pats his back, "I know, it's really hard. But I'm here for you and so is Jimmy, Token, and Tweek. We've got your back Clyde and we believe in you."

Clyde smiles at his best friend; popping into Craig's bathroom to change into the black suit. He looks at himself in the mirror and he honestly couldn't look worse. His eyes were as pink as a ballerina's dress, and they were puffy as fuck. He turns the sink on and splashes some water in his eyes; which helped somewhat, but he still looked like a wreck.

Clyde walks out of the bathroom, then looks at Craig and sits down, "I don't think I can go."

"Clyde, I know, but you have to. He was your dad and your entire family is going to be there. You need to show up." Craig speaks, pulling Clyde up and off the bed.

Clyde sighs as Craig basically drags him to the car where Thomas and Laura were waiting for them. Both of the boys get in and Clyde reluctantly buckles up. "It's going to be okay Clyde." Laura, Craig's mom, says, as she moves her blonde hair behind her ear.

They pull up to the chapel, the same exact church where Clyde's mother's funeral was held. Mr Donovan was most likely going to end up being buried next to her, which is a lot for Clyde to think of. They both died too soon.

Clyde exits the car, only family was here but the Tucker's got to come along as well since Thomas and Roger were really close friends. He spots his older sister at the doors of the church holding her husband's hand; his footsteps lead him to his sister, who he then wraps his arms around. The two siblings embrace as they start to cry.

"They're never going to even get to meet their granddaughter." Clara cries into Clyde's shoulder; making Clyde let go of her as he takes in what she was saying.

"Granddaughter?" Clyde breathes out wiping his tears.

Clara stares at Clyde; a small smile now appearing on her face, "I'm pregnant, with a baby girl. I was- I was going to tell everyone at Christmas, but now I can't."

Clyde takes a deep breath, oh god he can't live with them. He will literally be in the way of everything. He makes his way indoors; taking in the smell of the incense burning in the front. He looks at the coffin near it; then he bolts to the bathroom.

Clyde's breaths come out in gasps and he feels like he will black out. His heart is hammering inside his chest like it belongs to a rabbit running for its skin. The room spins and Clyde squats on the floor, trying to make everything slow to something his brain and body can cope with.

He hears the door open and shut, making Clyde look up at Kenny as he enters the bathroom. He soon notices how the black suit doesn't fit him as well as the orange parka he always wears, as Kenny kneels down next to him, "Clyde? Are you okay?"

Clyde shakes his head no, and tears start to fall out of his eyes. Kenny puts his around Clyde, "It's okay, shh, let's try to get your mind on something else." Kenny speak, letting go of Clyde and looking around the bathroom. "Name everything you see in this room."

"I," Clyde sniffs, "I see a sink, I see a toilet, I see you, uhm," he wipes his eyes and takes a deep breath, "there are towels."

Kenny smiles at Clyde, "Good." He says, Clyde looks over at Kenny who starts to go through everything which can get Clyde's mind off what's happening, and to help him from the panic attack which is about to unravel. "Let's get you back out there and I'll sit with you okay?" Clyde nods and Kenny stands up, pulling Clyde up with him.

Clyde holds tightly onto Kenny's hand as they both walk out of the bathroom, going to the pew where Clyde's aunts, uncles, his sister, and her husband sat. The two of them take a seat next to Clyde's sister and Clyde looks around the room, trying to get his eyes off the coffin.

As everyone started to gather in; Clyde's aunt and Thomas went up to the podium, as they were the ones who were going to lead everyone to the funeral. Clyde's aunt starts to speak; he brown hair was almost as bad as Clyde's. You could tell how hurt she was.

She starts speaking about how Roger Donovan was a good father, and about stories that happened to them when they were little. It started to get way too much for Clyde, tears were pouring out again. He looks over at Craig who was sitting with Tricia, their mom, and Jimmy's family. Craig looks back at him and gives him a sympathetic gleam.

Clyde looks down at his feet; wiping his eyes. He then stands up and feels Kenny tug on his arm, "I can't. Not again." Clyde whispers to the blonde, as he exits the church.

Kenny leaves his seat, following behind Clyde. He watches Clyde sit on a bench nearby and he plops his butt next to the teen. "Clyde shhh," Kenny puts his arms around him, "it's okay."

Clyde snuggles his head into Kenny's neck as he continues crying. His heart was as empty as a white plain mug, needing something to fill it. "They died because of me Ken. I killed both my parents."

"No you didn't Clyde," Kenny whispers in Clyde's ear, his warm breath against Clyde's skin made Clyde feel okay, "It's not your fault. Neither of their deaths was."

Clyde sits up and runs his hands through his hair, "They were Kenny! Now I'm going to have to live with my sister and her husband and their family, and I'm going to be pushed to the side while everyone goes on in life happy. I don't have a fucking purpose, I never did." Clyde screams out; Kenny looks at the boy with an 'o' expression on his face.

"You don't want to live with your sister?" Kenny asks.

Clyde nods, "I really don't. I want to stay with the Tuckers and stay in South Park, I mean at least I know everybody here."

Kenny rubs Clyde's back as Clyde's tears start to go away again, "Why don't you see if they can adopt you maybe? I'm sure Craig's parents wouldn't mind."

"You're right. I'll ask them before my sister takes me, I just hope they agree."