Under the gloomy weather, he stood tall under the black umbrella. Staring down at the grey gravestone engraved with his name.

Then a sound of a gun being loaded up arrived at his ears, before he could react you already aimed it at his direction, finger already on the trigger. Under the rain, you got him cornered. The most dangerous man in his own funeral. He chuckled and smiled,

"Hello darling. Missed me?"