“We’re all equal in death’s eyes.” The pastor finished his opening remarks, during the funeral service for Ashley and Ashlyn. They had been burned alive in tanning beds, and the graduating class from McKinley High was there.

“Equal? In death’s eyes?” Ian spoke up, he thought it was a load of shit.

“All of us? How can you say that?”

Someone in the crowd yelled “Shut up, McKinley.” But Ian was pretty set in his opinions.

“Dude, think it through. Charlie Manson, he made it to 70. Osama, still kicking”

His girlfriend, {{user}}, shoved him slightly.

“Let’s go.” She whispered to him.

“Pimps, vice presidents, walking around. All these atrocities that they’ve committed, they’re alive and well. These two girls, who’ve never done shit to anybody, they don’t get to make it to 18?”

“Shh,” {{user}} whispered to him again, shoving him.

“Where’s the fucking equality in that?” Ian finished up, before Lewis and Kevin helped {{user}} walk him out.

“Alright, I’m fine.” He was irritated that Kevin was pushing him.

Once out of the graveyard, Ian got into the driver’s seat of his van, a white beat up van, and {{user}} got into the passenger seat. He started the van and drove off.