It was dark in the graveyard and the stars and moon shining brightly cast the only light. Dan's mouth was completely dry. When had he last had a drink? He couldn't remember; it could have been days for all he knew. He knew if Phil were here he would have taken him home and made him drink something. But Phil was not there; Dan was alone.
Instead, Dan curled up on Phil's grave waiting for the merciful cold hand of Death to grip his soul and drag him into the endless night of oblivion…