Please for give my horrendous spelling, I'm just learning to type fast.
Sorries again.
Kyle's funeral was hard on evryone. It was surprisingly small, it seemed that he didnt have much of a family. Stan, Kimmy, Carmtan and Kenny were there, of course. None of them knew much about funerals, or how the ceremonies and such went, but they wouldnt miss it for the world. Kimmy had been strucken the most, as soon as Kyle was pronounced officially dead, she had vomited until she had trouble standing.
Now she sat silently on the other side of the waiting room from Stan, staring silently at the floor. She stared at her hands, and it soon became obvious she was crying. The parents were in the other room, giving their condolences to Mrs.Broflovski, who, like Kimmy, hadnt spoken a word since the accident.
Stan slowly got up from his seat and walked into the main church. He wasnt sure where Priest Maxi had gone to, but he walked over to the confession stand anyways.
"I dont know if anyone is listening to me right now, but I have something I really need to get off my back."
He waited a few moments, hoping someone would answer, but there was only silence.
"I think it might be my fault Kyle died. I just feel that I should have been the one to grab his arm and stop him, instead of just standing there like an idiot."
He took his hat off and ran his fingers through his hair, and waited still for an answer. Peering through the wires, he saw nothing.
Theres a priest when you need one. Never there.
He got up and walked past the rows of benches, to where Kyle's coffin was. He stood beside the closed coffin and put his hand on it. Half hoping to wake up and find this all just a horrible nightmare. A horrible, horrible nightmare. But it wasnt, and when he realised this Stan began to cry.
"Im so sorry. I should have stopped you. I should have done something. Anything. Its all my fault."
He cried even more and layed both his hands and his head down on the coffin.
"But dont worry. Wherever you are, dont worry. I promise, I promise."
He said this over and over.
"I promise, we'll be friends forever. Friends forever. Forever."
Over and over again, like a broken record, until the words would have lost meaning to anyone but Stan.
"Friends Forever."
Kyle's funeral was hard on evryone. It was surprisingly small, it seemed that he didnt have much of a family. Stan, Kimmy, Carmtan and Kenny were there, of course. None of them knew much about funerals, or how the ceremonies and such went, but they wouldnt miss it for the world. Kimmy had been strucken the most, as soon as Kyle was pronounced officially dead, she had vomited until she had trouble standing.
Now she sat silently on the other side of the waiting room from Stan, staring silently at the floor. She stared at her hands, and it soon became obvious she was crying. The parents were in the other room, giving their condolences to Mrs.Broflovski, who, like Kimmy, hadnt spoken a word since the accident.
Stan slowly got up from his seat and walked into the main church. He wasnt sure where Priest Maxi had gone to, but he walked over to the confession stand anyways.
"I dont know if anyone is listening to me right now, but I have something I really need to get off my back."
He waited a few moments, hoping someone would answer, but there was only silence.
"I think it might be my fault Kyle died. I just feel that I should have been the one to grab his arm and stop him, instead of just standing there like an idiot."
He took his hat off and ran his fingers through his hair, and waited still for an answer. Peering through the wires, he saw nothing.
Theres a priest when you need one. Never there.
He got up and walked past the rows of benches, to where Kyle's coffin was. He stood beside the closed coffin and put his hand on it. Half hoping to wake up and find this all just a horrible nightmare. A horrible, horrible nightmare. But it wasnt, and when he realised this Stan began to cry.
"Im so sorry. I should have stopped you. I should have done something. Anything. Its all my fault."
He cried even more and layed both his hands and his head down on the coffin.
"But dont worry. Wherever you are, dont worry. I promise, I promise."
He said this over and over.
"I promise, we'll be friends forever. Friends forever. Forever."
Over and over again, like a broken record, until the words would have lost meaning to anyone but Stan.
"Friends Forever."
