Lestrade stood up. All of Sherlock's friends and some of his enemies were there. Sally, John, Mycroft, Mrs. Hudson, and some other people were there. All in one room. For Sherlock.
Lestrade turned around and faced the group of people.
"Today we are here because, Sherlock Holmes, the world's only consulting detective, is dead." Lestrade said.
Everyone got a text message.
Wrong.
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I feel super depressed today ;(
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Fanfiction"I know this is a bit stupid. But..... Happy Birthday Sherlock........... I know this was a waste of time...... Why would I say happy birthday to a grave?" -John Hamish Watson
