Author's Note: This is the conclusion to my story. It's very short, but I hope you enjoy it! I hope you readers out there have enjoyed the RAN series! I know I enjoyed writing them! Sorry to say, this story doesn't have a happily ever after ending, but it was the best I could come up with. My next story will be... drum roll ... Sickness! I was going to do I Scream For Ice Cream, but Sickness got more votes, so I decided to change it. For you Sandy fans that read my author's note at the end of chapter 8, I'm sorry, but Sandy will not be playing a huge role in Sickness. I hope you enjoy this chapter! P.S. Has anyone ever heard of BlueJeans or The Moss?

The Moss: I do accept flames, but next time, don't scream it in front of my face. Tell me what I did wrong! Or are you just another arrogant critic that is immature and insults people for fun?

Epilogue

Chapter 9: Living for Nothing

Spongebob stood alone in front of the tombstone. He laid a small bouquet of pink flowers on the ground. It had been five months, but he felt as if it were only yesterday...

"Spongebob?"

Spongebob turned around and saw Patrick walking towards him.

"I thought you might be here. You've been depressed ever since... and... Well, I'm getting worried."

Spongebob turned silently back to the grave.

"It's just..." he started. "I can't stop thinking how different our lives would be if none of this happened. If nobody had to go... Dad, Gary, Mom...and..." Spongebob stopped. Tears were flooding his eyes. "What do I have to live for Pat? It seems like everything has been taken away. Nothing matters anymore..."

"Hey," said Patrick, in the most caring voice. "I know it seems things are hard, but you have to keep living. As long as you're alive, you should never give up hope."

Spongebob wiped the tears out of his eyes. "I'm glad I still have you, Patrick." Patrick smiled down at Spongebob.

"It's important that we keep living. Even when times are dark, we still need to make something of our lives."

"It's just so hard to let go..."

"People and pets may come and go, but they're never really gone. Not as long as they are still remembered and cared for."

"You're right, Pat. I should start my life again. Even though it seems like the end, it is just a new beginning."

Patrick nodded in agreement. The two friends left the cemetery, knowing that they would never forget what had happened so many months ago, and that they would keep on living.

The End