A/N: I decided upon rereading the chapter "Mary's Admission" that I hated it. Honestly that was probably the worst chapter of the story and I wonder what time of night I wrote that. Not at a time for clear thinking I guess. So anyway, here's taking the story a slightly different direction. Feedback on any chapter is appreciated. (If you want me to re-upload that chapter, I still have it and can if I get enough requests.) I didn't forget about this story, I promise.
John,
Ever since I introduced you to Sherlock, I knew you were going to do crazy things. I didn't think suicide would be one of them. For either of you. But I get it. I really do. I think. I don't know much behind the stories of your deaths other than what the papers said but you can't always believe them. I suppose you would know that better than most John. I hope you two found each other in the afterlife if there is one. Your brother and that Detective Inspector he married are both dead too, Sherlock. Suicide as well. John, your family took it kind of hard and Harry is near death from alcoholism. Molly sits and stares at the wall unmoving half the time. The baby didn't live and Mary, well Mary turned her back on everything. Admitted to being Moriarty's sister and being a sniper trained on Sherlock at some pool or other. She even admitted to stealing John from you Holmes. Ah anyway, that's just sort of what has been going on here since you all left in case the contents of this letter find any of you somehow. Sleep well in Heaven the lot of you. I know none of you were awful enough to be burned by God above.
Bye,
Stamford
A now older and weathered Stamford sealed the envelope with a wet rag and pulled on his coat to begin his journey to the cemetery where all his old friends and their families are now buried. He sighed as he stepped out into the cool air and trudged to the tube. Once sat on the train, he reminisced on his past with Watson and meeting his friend's family and introducing him to the maniacal genius Sherlock.
John smiled as he read the letter to his lover and extended family. Lestrade held Mycroft's hand as John read the letter aloud. Suddenly, Sherlock appeared over his shoulder and tenderly kissed his cheek. He whispered something in John's ear and the elder Holmes and his husband watched as John turned pink and tears rushed down his cheeks. He whispered the same words to the couple watching as if in awe that he had heard those words directed at him by William Sherlock Scott Holmes.
"I have found Heaven in you."