It was a nice Saturday afternoon. Marvin had went out to the graveyard to put some fresh flowers on Whizzers grave. He still misses him alot, he really did.

His mind played tricks on him sometimes, making him hear Whizzer yelling him for dinner or feelings Whizzer's soft, comforting touch. He remembered Whizzer as a handsome, tall, flirty, sassy man. Not the frail, thin, quiet man he was when he passed away from AIDS.

Whizzer was suffering, each day was torture, so he turned his life support of, despite his much it hurts him to do so. But he understood and accepted that he was dead now. That no matter how much he prayed or hoped, Whizzer was up in heaven. He sat down against Whizzer's grave.

"Whizzer Brown, loving boyfriend and doing friend, 1949-1979."

It felt nice to read that. To know that he was laid to rest, finally. Marvin set down a bouquet of roses on his grave, smoking. He did love that man, even when his heart had stopped beating. He looked down at the pictures and other flowers set on his lovers grace, he thought that Whizzer would be happy. That he was looking down on him from heaven, and he was happy.

When Marvin turned his head to the side and saw Whizzer, his dead and buried boyfriend sat beside him, he took a deep breath. It was just a hallucination, he thought. It was just another day of his mind playing tricks on him, after all, his grief was still hitting him hard.

"Whizzer.." he said softly, moving away from him and fixing the many Polaroid and demands pictures of Whizzer and flowers that were set uo against the grave.

Beautiful. He wanted his lovers grave to remain picture-perfect, he wanted everything in place and everything to be just as gorgeous as it was on the day he buried his boyfriend. Marvin took a deep breath, he was far enough in grief that he understood that it wasn't real, that he wasn't real and wasn't coming back.