EPILOGUE
The gathering at Mary Jane's funeral was somewhat smaller than Peter had imagined, but still large enough. It was a rather depressing funeral, not only because everyone was wearing black, there was stormy weather outside, and the graveyard dim, but it was mainly depressing because of the fact that she died in cold blood, not by his side in his death bed as he imagined.
One guest Peter recognized was Mary Jane's mother- he had heard a rumor that M.J's father couldn't come because he had to watch a football game on TV and couldn't miss it. Peter didn't see anyone else he recognized, besides some of Mary Jane's school friends. Peter thought that Flash Thomson would be coming, but there was no Flash. He was probably chanting away at his holy temple.
"We are gathered here today to remember the life of a very special individual", said the speaker, who was really old and frail and was holding a large, black book in his hands. "This individual has touched us since birth with her amazing charm, wit, and character. Her acting ability has touched us ever since she played Cinderella in the first grade, and has just recently shined on the Broadway stage in the Lord of the Rings musical. However, being such a great person such as this is not enough to keep you safe. A man by the name of Dmitri Smerdyakov escaped from jail and brutally attacked the young Mary Jane Watson-Parker before taking her life away.
"We have recently found news that Smerdyakov is dead, but God does tell us to love our enemies, and if we do not obey His commands, we may not be able to see miss Mary Jane after death. She left behind the title of loving daughter, devoted wife, and astounding actress. However, one thing we should remember in a time of suffering like this is that she is probably in a better place right now, embracing the sweet touch of our Almighty God, and swimming in the clouds with all the angels.
"Please remember this when you feel sorrow for her death. If you feel sorrow for her death, then her death was for nothing. Please be happy. Be happy that she has passed to a better world than ours. This shouldn't be a gathering a death- this should be a celebration, for young Mary Jane Watson- Parker is now happily residing in heaven with all the angels, and she couldn't be happier. That is all".
After the speaker had said his speech, a sad, mellow prayer was given, and a gothic girl sang a gloomy and dark song. After all those necessities were over, people were encouraged to stare at Mary Jane's casket until the end of the reception, where the casket would be buried. Peter, however, took one deep stare at the deathbed.
"With great power", thought Peter, "comes great responsibility. Today, I the responsibility part is biting back. I took a great risk in marrying Mary Jane. We both took the risk. We knew that all my enemies would be after her to attack my heart, for that is the one area the cunning warrior knows to hit. Now, she is gone. But no matter what, I shall still be the man I was born to be. It is my gift. My curse. I am Spider-Man, and it is my destiny to protect the world from those who oppose it". After those thoughts stormed Peter's mind he turned back on the graveyard, never to look upon it again. Thus continued the adventures of the amazing Spider- Man.
THE END
The gathering at Mary Jane's funeral was somewhat smaller than Peter had imagined, but still large enough. It was a rather depressing funeral, not only because everyone was wearing black, there was stormy weather outside, and the graveyard dim, but it was mainly depressing because of the fact that she died in cold blood, not by his side in his death bed as he imagined.
One guest Peter recognized was Mary Jane's mother- he had heard a rumor that M.J's father couldn't come because he had to watch a football game on TV and couldn't miss it. Peter didn't see anyone else he recognized, besides some of Mary Jane's school friends. Peter thought that Flash Thomson would be coming, but there was no Flash. He was probably chanting away at his holy temple.
"We are gathered here today to remember the life of a very special individual", said the speaker, who was really old and frail and was holding a large, black book in his hands. "This individual has touched us since birth with her amazing charm, wit, and character. Her acting ability has touched us ever since she played Cinderella in the first grade, and has just recently shined on the Broadway stage in the Lord of the Rings musical. However, being such a great person such as this is not enough to keep you safe. A man by the name of Dmitri Smerdyakov escaped from jail and brutally attacked the young Mary Jane Watson-Parker before taking her life away.
"We have recently found news that Smerdyakov is dead, but God does tell us to love our enemies, and if we do not obey His commands, we may not be able to see miss Mary Jane after death. She left behind the title of loving daughter, devoted wife, and astounding actress. However, one thing we should remember in a time of suffering like this is that she is probably in a better place right now, embracing the sweet touch of our Almighty God, and swimming in the clouds with all the angels.
"Please remember this when you feel sorrow for her death. If you feel sorrow for her death, then her death was for nothing. Please be happy. Be happy that she has passed to a better world than ours. This shouldn't be a gathering a death- this should be a celebration, for young Mary Jane Watson- Parker is now happily residing in heaven with all the angels, and she couldn't be happier. That is all".
After the speaker had said his speech, a sad, mellow prayer was given, and a gothic girl sang a gloomy and dark song. After all those necessities were over, people were encouraged to stare at Mary Jane's casket until the end of the reception, where the casket would be buried. Peter, however, took one deep stare at the deathbed.
"With great power", thought Peter, "comes great responsibility. Today, I the responsibility part is biting back. I took a great risk in marrying Mary Jane. We both took the risk. We knew that all my enemies would be after her to attack my heart, for that is the one area the cunning warrior knows to hit. Now, she is gone. But no matter what, I shall still be the man I was born to be. It is my gift. My curse. I am Spider-Man, and it is my destiny to protect the world from those who oppose it". After those thoughts stormed Peter's mind he turned back on the graveyard, never to look upon it again. Thus continued the adventures of the amazing Spider- Man.
THE END