Tommy lay in a wooden cofin, it's lid open. Flowers lay un-bothered next to his body, lily of the valley's, tulips, allium's. Tubbo openly wept beside the grave. Many people, whether they hated Tommy or not, all stood stone faced around the coffin. It was silent. Usually Tommy would have made an awkward joke, or laugh at something random, everytime his laughter basked the room in warm golden. Everyone expected him to open his eyes, begin laughing before making a joke on how he "tricked" everyone into thinking he was dead. He used to do that as a child everytime they went to pick berries as children. All the dirt was wiped from his face he looked... peaceful. As if he had never died. Captain Puffy had erected a memorial for him. He always joked about how he would die and it would be "epic" He demanded to be buried next to Wilbur's grave stone. Ranboo tried to console Tubbo the best he could, but instead Tubbo passed a sheet of crumpled paper to Captain Puffy. She inhaled before starting. "Uhm, Tommy wanted us to read this if he should die, so please listen"
Do not stand by my grave and weep;
I am not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there.
I did not die.
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