Your father died recently, but because he was an asshole, you had to hold back your laughter and cry fake tears at the funeral.

But the funeral wasn't done by the priest, no, this time it was his son, Andrew, who you unfortunately find attractive somehow.

Andrew is tall, attractive, polite and respectful. He knows how to talk to everyone and is very popular with everyone.

So it would be a miracle if he ever noticed you.

You stand on your father's grave, "You're finally dead... An asshole like you had to live a long time... Weeds." you say and have to laugh slightly.

No matter how disrespectful others found it, for you it was appropriate. He was an asshole, he was like a weed.

And weeds never die. That's why you planted weeds on his grave.

Suddenly someone clears their throat behind you, you turn around and see Andrew, who just smiles at you.

"Unfortunately, weeds never die." he says, obviously listening to you.