The next morning when Kyle woke up he felt funny. His eyes were half-dry from crying but that wasn't it. Kyle felt like something really bad had happened, but hoped he was wrong. Kyle went downstairs to the kitchen. No one was there. His mother wasn't there cooking breakfast. His father wasn't there reading the morning paper. He checked the living room. No one was there either. Kyle went to his parent's bedroom where his parents were crying. Kyle's mother was bawling uncontrollably. His father was crying silently with just tears rolling down from his eyes. Kyle never seen his parents this upset. "What's going on?" Kyle asked. The curiosity was killing him. Both of Kyle's parents looked at each other then at Kyle. All three of them had stared at each others eyes in silence. Then Mr. Brofvloski finally spoke. "You have to tell him, Sheila." he said to Kyle's mother.

"Tell me what." Kyle said with his heart pounding. Mrs. Brofvloski sniffled. "Kyle, this morning Mrs. Marsh found Stan dead in his closet."

"NO!!" said Kyle as he felt his heart skipped a beat.

"He hung himself in there." Mrs. Brofvloski said and starting sobbing again.

"NO!!" Kyle screamed again. "He promised…he promised me!" Kyle said with his heart breaking. Kyle wished this was some sick prank. He wished any second now his parents would stop crying and say "Ha-ha! Psyche! Stan's not dead! He didn't commit suicide!" But Kyle knew that wasn't going to happen. Soon Kyle found himself sobbing uncontrollably like his mother. Mrs. Brofvloski hugged Kyle tight and they both cried hysterically together. The next Saturday they had Stan's funeral. It was the worst day of Kyle's life. Then he saw Cartman…. and he was crying? Kyle couldn't believe it. Eric Cartman, the asshole of all assholes was crying over someone. As he was crying his eyes were red, puffy, and swollen. Kyle went over to him and hugged and comforted him. Mrs. Marsh gave the eulogy. Then Mr. Marsh came and told what Stan was like as a son. But the saddest part of the funeral was when Stan's older sister Shelly came up. She was crying too. Her eyes were red and swollen as well. She was clutching a piece of piece of paper. "What I'm about to read is Stan's suicide note." She said. "It says…"

Dear mom, dad or whoever is reading this,

If you find this note, then I'm dead. I hung myself in my closet.

I'm sorry, I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't take all these

broken promises. Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking

about. All of you made promises and broke them. I never

thought, Wendy, the I thought loved me would make me feel

what I feel now. She promised me she would never leave me. She

promised me she'll always love me forever. And what did she do?

She left me for another guy! Kyle, if you're reading this I just

want you to know that never did anything wrong. The reason

I've been acting so strange is because I wanted you to hate me. I

didn't want you to be hurt when I kill myself. See, I acted like a

jerk and called you all those foul names because I wanted you to

be too hateful to grieve. I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused

Kyle and I love you Kyle. I really really love you. As a matter of

fact, I love you all. And please don't be too upset about my

choice.

Love, Stan

Kyle now realized what Stan was writing and didn't want him to see. He was writing his suicide note. His face was now filled with tears. From that moment on, the funeral was over.

Author's note: I hope this chapter didn't make anyone cry. Sorry, if it did.