You were sobbing. Hard. The funeral was over. Why were you- why were you still here. It was raining and cold and dark. It had been hours. You couldn't leave. Leaving was a recognition that he was gone. You knew he was dangerous. You knew he was in danger. But- when he'd disappeared you'd worried sure. But they'd found that mangled body. After that fire. You sobbed harder. And your last words to him were an argument. Yelling. You'd said he was away too much and he'd accused you of cheating despite your vehement denial. Your trembling hand raised to the stone, about to brush over his name when your wrist was caught in a strong grip

"Why's my love crying all alone." A voice crooned. You froze in recognition. In shock. "I'm not dead darling boy."