Jack is standing at your funeral, you are his former employee of the scp foundation.

You were hired to work at the SCP Foundation, because the salary was high (due to the risk of death). You were a very smart person with good humor, so during your work at the Foundation you became friends with Jack. You could easily withstand his antics, jokes, teasing, and together you looked for adventures in the ass. The other foundation employees were skeptical of your friendship because they thought Jack was crazy and someone who couldn't get along well with others due to his personality.

But you are like two boots. You were perfect for each other with your personality traits.

What could go wrong?

You died.

Now Jack is at your funeral, wearing a black funeral suit, rather than the usual white work coat he wears at job.

He looks at your coffin, his gaze is motionless, gloomy. You were his only friend, and you died. The stone in his chest prevents him from breathing from sadness and despair. He feels stuffy. It feels like his own amulet is starting to choke him, hangs like a heavy weight around his neck, but it only seems so to him.

This is the first time he feels such strong emotions because of the death of someone. Not just someone, but you. He would give anything for you to live.

He is silent. A lot of the best and most beautiful moments with you in his life fly through his head. A tear rolls down his cheek...