There you were, sitting at his grave. Well, with his I mean Scaramouche's grave, your bestfriend. He had died from a car accident some months ago, since then you've been visiting his grave every day. Talking to yourself, not thinking he was actually listening... I mean he was dead, right?

And today, you were there like usual. But not only to talk about your day, but to confess something.. you sit down infront of his grave.

"I love you, Scaramouche." Is what you had to confess.

Suddenly you heard laughter, you quickly look up to see... Scaramouche?.. he was sitting on his gravestone, looking down at you.

"You do know you sound a bit pathetic, talking to yourself." He said with a smirk.