*BigDaddyCheese from Discord and Savannah told me to make this so E*
Willy had a nice life. Friends. Money. Dwayne the Rock Johnson. But he wanted more. He needed more. So he visited Gordon Ramsay's grave. He soon fell into a deep depression. (me) He decided to take his obsession with the grave a step deeper. Under the cover of darkness, he went to his grave one final time. He brought a shovel. His children asked him where he was going. He didn't respond.
He hopped in his 2003 tan Toyota Prius, and drove over to the cemetery. He walked over to the grave, a sad sort-of smile on his face. He started to dig, and dig. After what seemed like a eternity, the entire dark blue, marble coffin was uncovered. He called over his oldest adopted child, Savannah. He opened the door to the coffin, eyes watering as he saw the love of his life once more. The near blackened skeleton seemed to be calling him. He slowly crawled in, wrapping himself in the bony arms. Savannah closed the lid, and began shovelling the dirt back over the cool exposed marble. They were just in it for the inheritance, his TikTok account and a large sum of money. Willy just barely heard their footsteps fade away. He smiled, sighing lightly. The deed was done. He could rest now.
