Holly stepped up to the grave. She looked around. It's honestly hilarious that none of them can see me. I Fucking love magic.
Holly unzipped her pants, pulling out her penis. Normally she would not pee standing up, considering it caused dysphoria typically, but she could make an exception for this. She sighed as she emptied her bladder, trying (and failing) to trace the letters of the name.
After, zipped up her pants and walked off. Fuck you, Maggie Thatcher.
