You walk into the graveyard and see Simon sitting on Soap's empty grave. It's been weeks, and it feels like he's here every day.

As you step closer, you hear him talking softly to the headstone in front of him. One of his awful dad jokes fills the air. But his voice sounds like he's about to cry.

"I think you would've liked that one, Johnny..." Simon sighs, resting his head in his hands. A half empty bottle of scotch rests at his side. Soap's favorite. "I'm afraid I could do this all night..."