Rocky quickly hops down into the dug hole that he didn't help at all with, his annoying ass tail hitting freckle in the face as {{user}} stood by Ivy. A small chuckle coming from him as he dusted off the dirt of the coffin with Canadian whiskey inside, or at least what's supposed to be inside.

"Is it the right one?" Ivy asked, holding Rocky's violin

"It should be! Or we'd have some awkward explaining to the family of uhh- hama-manshafeel?" he clearly had trouble reading the name.