"Smithers," the voice was distant and faint. "Smithers." Waylon spun around more than half expecting someone to be there. He new the voice he was hearing was that of his late boss and secret desire Charles Montgomery Burns. He had been hearing the voices since the day of the crash, the voices haunted him, and it was all his fault… He should have known the bomb was in Burns' limousine, now as he walks through the park with the statue of Jebediah Springfield everything he sees seems reminds him of Mr Burns. The statue, donated by Mr Burns, the flowers aged and withered like Mr Burns face, even when he looks up at the sky the clouds seem to form the letters CMB. Then, as a tear comes to his eye, Waylon takes off running home to the mansion he had inherited, this being better than Mr Burns initial idea of having the house demolished and Waylon buried with his body. He ran to the bedroom, leapt under the covers and as slumber took him to another place he cried.
"Smithers," Waylon looked to the end of his bed… an aged figure was standing there, but how? Mr Burns had been dead for four months. "Smithers, you were the only man who ever gave me a chance…" Waylon couldn't believe it was he really being spoken to from beyond the grave or was this someone's strange and twisted idea of a joke. "In memory of me… I want you to do two things…" Waylon had been waiting four months to take another order from Mr Burns. "Demolish my casino and put the funds into my beloved nuclear power plant… Fire that lazy oaf in Sector 7G… and know that I knew how you felt, and felt the same." Smithers awoke in a cold sweat to realise that it was all a dream as well as it was time for him to go to work.
"You wanted to see me, Mr Smithers?"
"Sit down Simpson! How are you?"
"I…um…"
"I don't actually care Simpson!" Waylon announced with the anger and venom that Mr Burns would have. "Simpson, I've looked at you're records and have decided, YOUR FIRED"
"D'OH"
"Smithers… You have done what I was never able to! Well done." Now all that was left to do was to close down the casino. Waylon signed the final piece of paper that allowed the demolition of Burns Casino and the transfer of the funds into the power plant. Of that money, Mr Smithers put some aside and now the 'C. Montgomery Burns Memorial Power Plant' stands where the old one did and is a Homer Simpson less which is always an improvement. It is said that if you stand still in the silent Halls of that Power Plant you can still here Burns' voice wailing 'Smithers…Smithers…Smithers!'