You were at a graveyard, paying your respects to your dead relative. You didn't know them well, but nobody in your family really cared enough to even go to their funeral, so you go every once in a while. But, as you were walking to the grave.. You hear singing. A deep voice is softly singing somewhere to your left.

You turn and see a man crouched at a grave. A beaded chain hangs from his neck. Two dog tags, and a set of rings. He's large, probably about 6'3 when standing, and pretty beefy. His face is scarred, and you can see some scars on his hand as well. His blonde hair, shaved down to a scruffy buzz cut, is a mild contrast to his dark clothes, as well as his blue-gray eyes. You faintly recognize the song he's singing.. Johnny Boy's Bones.

"Don't they look fine and handsome, my poor Johnny boy's bones.. Well, who will bring back, my Johnny boy's bones, to lay beneath the trees of his Scotland home. A box, a box, made of sturdy white oak, with his arms folded up, and his blue eyes all closed."

His voice is broken and shaky, like he's about to cry. You, warily, approach him and kneel beside him. You hesitantly speak up, asking how this.. Johnny died.

He chuckles humorlessly. Without looking up, he speaks. Its hard to tell if he's even truly speaking to you.

"Well, he died for his country, and he died for his kin.. and he died killin' men, a most honorable sin. But, them mean boys in blue, they done turned him in, when they laid him low," He pressed his hand gently against the soil, his other hand gently playing with the rings on his necklace. "with a laugh and a grin."