Annabeth P.O.V.

When did I last see him? What were the last words I spoke to him?

Something stupid, not meaningful, like "Dam it Percy! Why did you steal that goat!?"

I turned around for a second, to dab the cringe away, and when I looked back, he was falling off the cliff by our house (that we never fenced off for some reason, even though we have a lot of sheep) into the oblivion below.

"PeRsEuS JACKSON MY BOYFRIEND WHO I MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed casually.

Even my godlike reflexes and good looks, weren't fast enough to save him.

Peering down the cliff at the jagged rocks, I knew, Perseus 'Persassy' Jackson 'Jacksasson' was dead.

The next day was his weirdly fast planned funeral (LIKE HOW DID THEY PLAN IT IN A DAY!? I KNOW I DIDN'T HELP) I got into my favourite rainbow dress, it was unicorn themed and sparkly. Perfect for a funeral. Y'know, to brighten the mood.

I fainted awkwardly like a damsel in distress mixed with a goat. I woke up to a bunch of google housemaids splashing me with foot water. It was Percy's foot water which made it worse. I started to giggle sadly. Would I ever feel better?

It hurt me to see people wearing sad colours to my boyfriend who I married's funeral. DiD ThEy NoT wAn'T tO bRiGhTeN tHe MoOd?!

I search through a bag of orange candies. It was orange foodses that he liked, right? I take out a handful and shove them all in my mouth at once with the wrappers still on. Speaking of rappers, Percy's favourite rapper Llama Ffama was invited to the big day. He would be on the roof with the rest of us and playing Percy's favourite song: Llama......The Ffama.

I finally arrived at Persassy's funeral.

"Good morning/afternoon. I don't really know which one." I greeted everyone sarcastically.

I thought I got high off some sharpie fumes(*), but I couldn't remember. From the corner of my eye I saw a familiar figure. Then I recognised the small creature. It was Gladiola the poodle! I paused the funeral and we all went to say hi. Suddenly, another voice yelled, "GLADIOLA!!" that was weird. Only two other people knew about Gladiola, and we forgot that Grover existed when we were making the invitations.... FiShStIcKs!

"ArE yOu TeLlInG mE, tHaT yOu ArE sTiLl AlIvE... aGaIn?! ThIs Is LiKe ThE fOuRtH tImE!" I paused, realising my maths was slightly off, but don't really care. "You know what. I quit. I quit LYFE!"

And with that, I died.

"Oh, hey Hades, whats up?"

"The Up-world!"

"HAHAHAHAHA" we giggled enthusiastically at his hilarious little humorous joke, for twelve decades.

*yes that was kind of a Dan and Phil reference, but Wheresthewine doesn't know them, so....

Authors note:

Hi. Again, I'm so sorry you had to read that. My cousin was over again, and we got a little carried away. It's half the best thing you will ever read, And half the absolute worst.

Much love, two trash writers,

-Tinycactusqueen and Wheresthewine