I posted this on tumblr and people liked it pretty well so I decided to put it on here too :3 Enjoy!
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The funeral hasn't even started and I've already cried twice.

The casket alone was enough to set me off. He doesn't belong in there. He should be out here, with us. Playing pranks and causing chaos and teasing the hell out of Sparklez. But he isn't. He's gone and he's not coming back.

To say his death was unexpected would be an understatement. What was intentionally a prank became a permanent death trap, and Tom was the unlucky victim. Normally when somebody dies they spawn back, right? That's how things work here. You die, you respawn five seconds later. So when his body didn't move for two minutes, then five, then ten, and then an hour...we knew something was wrong.

Dec confirmed it. The trap, the harmless shocking trap that Sparklez and I made for the prank, had permanently killed him. I didn't cry at first. I was more in shock than anything. My best friend was gone and I just couldn't wrap my head around it. Sparklez cried when Dec announced the news and he's still crying now, across from us on the other side of Toms black and scarlet casket. He arranged the whole funeral including casket choice, flowers (dark roses, Toms favorite), the spot of his burial (underneath his tree house), and even the outfit Tom wore. I'd seen a glimpse of Tom before they'd decided to close the casket for poor Jordans sake. The outfit was a suit, a new one, with his favorite red tie around his neck. He looked alive. The only thing that even hinted at his death was his still chest and shut eyes.

A Dec in all black appeared in front of the casket, holding a book in one hand and a disheveled tissue in the other. He shoved the tissue into his pocket, cleared his throat, and took in a shaky breath. "Today we gather here to...remember our fellow Dianitee, our friend, and our family: Tom Syndicate. A true champion of Dianite and a true master of pranks."

Pranks triggered a sob from Jordan, who quickly turned to Martha and hid his face in her shoulder. She solemnly patted his shaking form and kept her eyes on the casket. I haven't seen her cry yet, but I know she and Tom were close. She baked him apple pies all the time and visited him with Steve often. I know Jordan and Tom were close though. Closer than best friends, I'm sure. He's never going to forget this.

"He will always be remembered as a fiery soul with a tender heart. He has endangered our lives more than rescued them, but we will forever be thankful for his betrayal to a corrupted god. We hope that he will find peace and go to a better place, one where he will be happy and receive eternal life as a reward for his good deeds. Would anyone like to say a few words for him?"

Nobody moved. And then Jordan's shaky hand raised itself into the air, and I knew we'd all be crying after he was done. Dec motioned him forward with pitying eyes, closing up his book and stepping aside to make room for Jordan in front of the closed casket. It took him several seconds to regain a little composure before he began. "He was...my greatest friend. And I know it never seemed like that, but...but we cared about each other a lot. He cheered me up on my bad days and I tried my best to help him through his worst..."

He paused, taking in a slow breath and letting it back out. He looked like hell, the poor guy did. His hair was a mess and there were too many bags under his eyes, the eyes that looked positively dead inside. His cracked lips trembled as he tried to pull more words out. "H-He was a good person, even if he never acted like he was. He had so much ahead of him, and...this wasn't supposed to happen. If I could take it back, I would. But...as-as much as I've tried, I can't. One day, when I find out...how to make a time machine, I'll bring him back. I will. But I guess...until then...I-I hope you're doing okay, wherever you are Tom. I really miss you."

And there goes the tears. I didn't think I'd need to, but I grabbed Tucker's arm for support and held on, because at that moment I felt like crumbling to the ground and staying there. This is our fault. We killed him. We killed our best friend.

"You didn't know," Tucker whispered to me. "It was an accident. You didn't know Sonj."

I'm surprised I haven't seen Tucker cry yet. Tom was his best friend too, wasn't he? But when I looked up, I could see the unspilled tears lingering in his eyes. I had no idea how to comfort him, so I squeezed his hand and hoped it would be enough. I know it won't be. We won't be okay for awhile.

Jordan still stood in front of the casket, unmoving with his eyes clenched shut. Martha hurried over and took his hand, guiding him back to the spot where they'd been standing before. Dec asked us again if anyone would like to say anything else. We all shook our heads. I would, but I'll end up a sobbing mess and I'm sure that's what everyone else is thinking too.

And then a voice cut through the air. "I'd like to say something."

The casket flew open, the flowers flying off into the floor and a very alive looking Tom popped up with a disapproving frown on his face. "How come none of you bitches dressed me in a red suit? This shit I got on looks tacky as hell."

Before anyone at all could react or utter a word, another voice cut through the air. "YOU BASTARD!"

Jordan came stomping up to the casket, both fists clenched tightly together with a look of complete rage on his features. Uh oh.

Tom chuckled nervously and waved. "Er, hi Sparklez! I missed you baby, how's-"

He didn't get to finish, for a fist collided painfully with the left side of his face and the whole casket tipped over, crashing to the ground and breaking apart instantly. Though that didn't stop the whirl wind of fury that was Jordan Sparklez, he was jumping on top of the broken casket and repeatedly punching Tom like he was a human body bag, while Tom laughed hysterically and kept shouting, "It was just a prank, bro! Just a prank! Ouch Sparklez, you'll actually kill me if you keep up!"

Tucker was pissed as well. He marched over to the scene and joined in on kicking Toms ass, using his feet to kick as Jordan kept punching. Tom was scrambling to get away, but Steve had joined in now and was pinning him down as he took his beating.

I laughed. I laughed and laughed and laughed, until my stomach hurt and there were even more tears running down my cheeks. My best friend isn't dead and Tucker isn't going into depression and Sparklez won't die alone. It was just a prank.

And since everyone in the crowd was beating up Tom now, I decided to join in too. If the little shit ever tries to fake his death again, I'm sure all of us will have no problem killing him next time.
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