This is Not My Obituary

The Group Who Put The Fun in Funeral

Zihao was miserable standing there in the wet, warm air, surrounded by a bunch of faces he hardly remembered. He had a surging pain in neck from the less than ideal sleeping position he had been crammed into. Him and Hanyu shared the sofa while ZeYu and Shuyang bickered back and forth all night about who got to sleep next to the floor vent. Hanyu had originally been in one of the big comfy chairs in the living room, but woke up and found himself in the kitchen floor.

Lona and Dela slept in the bedroom so they could be comfortable.

Xinlong had been on the lucky end of the deal as he got to sleep with his wife in the guest bedroom. She had come late and wanted him to be with her since they were in a strange place. Of course they boys didn't hear a word of protest out of Xinlong on the matter.

Zihao had mourned a bit for his own marriage when he heard the way Xinlong's wife had talked to him all sweetly about going to sleep with her. Lona had never once talked to Zihao like that. Lona wasn't a hard woman to look at, actually being quite beautiful and Zihao wasn't blind so he could see that right away. But, she wasn't really a wife and he knew they both didn't really love each other, though they would say it just to keep from falling apart. Their communication was shit and their sex life was almost non existent. He knew she had slept with other men while they were married but he kept to himself as not to upset her.

They were business partners who fucked every once in awhile and strictly that.

"In this sad display of the fragility of our mortality, I would like to pray for Gou MingRui's family and friends-" the officiant spoke with a slight accent, just barely grazing Shuyang's funny bone. He would've laughed at how the twang affected his a's if not for the fact they were at a funeral.

"It really is sad that he's not here right now." ZeYu whipped around as if he were able to scare away that voice. "Shhh!" He tried to hush the pesky voice. He didn't want to be the one responsible for ruining his friend's funeral.

"Oh stop! They can't hear me so I'm not bothering anyone." It spoke, hotly into Zeyu's ear as it tried to tease him with its invisibility.

"You're bothering me." He muttered, scowl evident on his usually pretty face.

"Shut up." A real voice spoke quietly as Hanyu nudged him from the side. "I'm sorry." He said as he cleared his throat. Hanyu just groaned from inside his throat and occasionally looked over at the younger to make sure he wasn't misbehaving. It was hard to tell with ZeYu weather he was acting up, or if he really was hearing the grounds speak to him. Hanyu could remember a time where ZeYu would do it for attention, but that had been back in elementary school when he first found out he could hear them.

Xinlong held tight to his wife's hand as they all lowered their heads to offer a prayer. He was lower in spirit today, though he was normally a very peppy person with a lot of energy. It just didn't seem right to be so happy today.

He didn't bother closing his eyes as the man in front spewed off a few paid lines. Xinlong kept his eyes peeled and focused on the boys around him, all doing the same. None of them felt right.

A light tap was felt on the man's shoulder as a cold chill followed it. He didn't want this, not now. Xinlong quickly shut his eyes, not wanting to see what had touched him. In some strange way he already knew. The tapping came again. And again and again until Xinlong couldn't stand it anymore. His hands clenched tight and began to sweat coldly. He was freezing in this 86 degree weather. The man gulped a few times, each one as dry as the one before.

He reluctantly opened his eyes as he pressed his lips together, heavy breathes flowing from his nose.

MingRui looked up at him, cold, pale face right in front of his own. Xinlong shook his head as the lost man stood there facing him, a dastardly grim smile on his face.