Accidentally uploaded chapter 3 again instead of 4. Whoops. Anyways, here it is!

The final location on your map. My house. Go there.

Randy Marsh. Number fucking one. Hi, dad.

Are you drunk right now? Has hearing my voice after I've died driven you to the bottom of the bottle? I doubt it. You didn't care while I was alive. Why would you care now?

Seventeen years, dad. Seventeen fucking years.

I was never good enough for you. I did everything I could to make you and mom happy. But it still wasn't enough.

I wish I could say I hated you, but I don't. I don't hate you. I can't hate you. I pity you, because you're so pathetic.

You always said I had to be a man. But you're such a fucking hypocrite. You're not a man. You're a fucking coward. A drunk. A cheater. A liar. An abuser...

You never loved mom. You never loved me or Shelly.

God, you're an amazing actor. You know that? You had us fucking fooled for so long. I bet you even had yourself fooled. But your little act cracked dad. I'm done believing. I'm done being fooled.

Everything you've ever said to me, everything you've ever done, its the reason why you're on this tape. And you're the main fucking reason that I killed myself. So congrats dad, you're number one. You're a real fucking champ.

Guess what dad. You know all those years you told me not to be a fag? You told me that being gay was disgusting? Its really backfired on you. Because guess what? I'm gay!

Maybe that'll drive you to the bottom of the bottle, if you're not already there.

You know...you said this thing to me, a couple years ago. I've thought about it a lot. Especially recently, because you said it again. Not exactly the same way, but it still held the same meaning. Same meaning, worse effects.

"You know son, I really wonder why me and your mom ever had a second kid."

"Stan, I can't help but wonder why me and your mom even had you."

If there is anything you should never say to your child, that's fucking it.

You never tell your child, 'I wonder why we ever bothered having you'. You don't say that. You just don't.

I tried so hard dad. It was all for you. For your approval. For your love.

I just wanted you to love me. Would it have been that hard? I'm your kid. I'm your fucking son.

I'm...I'm actually kind of glad that I'm killing myself, you know? I can't...I can't even imagine being a dad after having one like you. What if I had been the same way to my kids? That's scared me for so long...That I would've been like you. So this is good, me dying.

I ran out of tapes, so here is my final goodbye.

I'm home alone. Mom and dad are out right now, doing only God knows what. Shelly's out with her boyfriend. They don't know about any of this...I've tried so hard to hide it. Nobody knows. But they will soon. After I mail the tapes...After-They'll know...

I have the pills right here...I've been saving up for this. Three bottles.

I-I wonder who's gonna find my body. Maybe mom, maybe you dad...Hell, maybe-maybe even Kyle or Cartman.

Everything feels so right now...So peaceful.

This is it. This is the happiness that I've been looking for. I've found it. All I've had to do was kill myself...

I'll see you all in Hell.

Goodbye.

The house of the person on tape number six was close enough to his house that Craig could walk to deliver the tapes. Some of the people on the tapes after his, he had no idea who they were. But they'd all taken part in something much greater than them, whether they liked it or not.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he pulled it out. Wendy was calling him.

"Hey. You okay?" He said, shoving the envelopes into the mailbox.

"Hey, yeah-yeah I'm fine. Are you still meeting up with me where I said to?"

"Yeah, of course." He shut the mailbox as she breathed a sigh of relief, and he turned and started his walk towards the graveyard.