Muggie's Mayhem!!! (The Transcript)

Part 0.4: A Fiance's Funeral

Notes: Oui, Knifé's French!
 L'escalier (The Stairway) is one of the places objects go when they die. It leads to Heaven! You know... Like that one Led Zeppelin song that's banned from guitar stores!

CONTENT WARNING: Swearing

Everything's setting up things for Mark's funeral. Knifé uses their powers (secretly and away from Gerard) to make flower bouquets, arrangements, and wreaths. Meanwhile, Gerard's practicing his performance for the mourners. While he's looking in his trunk for a prop for the funeral, Knifé comes from behind and hugs him tightly. When Gerard turns around, Knifé puts a blindfold on his eyes and takes him to a changing room. Gerard tries to resist but Knifé's strength won't let him move. Knifé takes off his blazer and tries using their powers once again to make a dress entirely out of flowers. Right when she does, Gerard takes off the blindfold with a furious yank. He's about to scold Knifé but is left in awe when he sees his fiance standing there, like a gothic mystical flower princess.
G.P: WHAT THE FUCK IS... I... You're... So... Pretty... *heart beats fast; to himself* I can't believe it... She's just as beautiful in my dreams. *out loud* Are t-those real? How long did that take to commission?
K: *blushes* They are... It wasn't a commission... I made it myself...
G.P: Woah... Those fashion courses really pay off...
K: I'm self-taught babe...
G.P: Right... *clear throat* So uh... How much time do we have until the funeral starts?
K: Three hours. *opens stall*
They both walk out slowly. They continue preparing for the funeral and Knifé walks away, tossing a pink flower. Gerard catches it and holds it in his hands. He gently sets it next to the rest of the flowers where Mark's casket is. The casket's currently closed so nobody can look at Mark's body before the service.
G.P: *paces between the aisle*
K: *walks to him; takes hand* Are you okay?
G.P: I don't know...
K: Everything will be fine.
G.P: *tugs on vines* Can I tell you something?
K: Hm?
G.P: I'm nervous... Public speaking or performing isn't really my thing...
K: *crouches; places hands on G.P's shoulders; stares* Look... You've moved forward from all the heavy shit that you've been through... Just like before, it'll take time before you accept this.
Gerard looks away and silently nods. He reaches his hand out and they give each other a passionate kiss. The last two hours pass by in a flash and the funeral begins with a priest giving the eulogy. When he's done, the priest stands up and makes his way to Mark's casket. He holds his hand over the casket.
P: It is with great sadness that we come together here today. We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of Mark's life. It is a moment where we all need to unite as one and we all need to stand together as one.
Knifé and Gerard share a look of empathy as the priest continues. Gerard feels like he's going to burst with emotions. Tears fall down his face, each one a reminder of how much he misses Mark.
P: Could the two fiances of Mark stand here, hand in hand?
Gerard rises from his seat. Knifé walks over to him and they slowly stand hand in hand. The hall fills with silence.
K: *clears throat* The three of us were... *pauses* Let's say a bizarre love triangle. I was the fruity gender-neutral goth, Gerard was the Australian music geek, and Mark was the stereotypical stoner who was also a comedian. It's hard to describe us, but we were a perfect fit for each other. I remember the first day we met. It was a concert... We had VIP passes... We were waiting in the lounge they had. My friend noticed that Gerard was staring at me with a hint of admiration in his eyes. So me being me, I started being a flirty tease. A few moments later, I turned back around to look at Gerard, Mark was right next to him, trying to get my attention too. We shared a secret wink as a laugh escaped Mark. *sighs* At first, I was hesitant to introduce myself. But eventually, I did and we clicked instantly. I was impressed by how quickly he was embracing his true self. He had always been the friendly, fun-loving guy. We started dating in the first couple of months we met. *starts tearing up* The day he was on borrowed time, he faked a smile for the first time. He knew the pain everyone in the room was going through... We took the time to make his final moments special. We took him to some of his favorite places, had a final smoke together, and then had a meal at his favorite restaurant. That night, we talked and laughed. Even in that pain, we were able to be happy. He was one of the most honest, intelligent things I had ever met. He was also a genuinely good object... It broke my heart to hear his pulse getting slower... I wanted to burst into tears on the spot... But he hated seeing me cry. I did everything I could to hold it together. I couldn't let him down, it would have been the last time I ever saw him. We both took his hand and kissed it. We held hands and looked into each other's eyes. We exchanged love and promises with each other. We share one last kiss, one last verse... His final words... Final breath... Final heartbeat... *chokes on sob* Then all you could hear was the flat line... I wanted to protect him, ensure his happiness, and shower him with the love he deserves. I wanted to show him I could stand by him through everything. I know he's in a better place. But I wish he was still here...
G.P: *sniffles* "Keep playing for me my little rock star, I know you'll get far strumming your guitar." Those were his last words... Mark Edward Rick was a young man who cared a lot for his friends, community, fan base, and parents. He loved both of his finances and would do anything to make sure they were happy. He was a humble man and looked to everyone to uplift and support each other, regardless of age, race, gender, sexual orientation, or religion. Mark was the epitome of true kindness; a compassionate champion. When others were battling their demons, he would be their inspiration. The greatest example of Mark's heart was not his kind and gentle soul, but the community that he devoted himself to the walks of life that shared the commonality of homelessness. Mark was one of the key people in making the Winter Night Shelter happen. He was also the driving force behind the "Day 0" project to help get homeless people started on their way toward stability. He also tried to heal the world with his comedy. The stories about his life and how hard he fought to stay off the streets will be my daily motivation to keep moving forward. It inspired others to do something. The van he drove that early morning was the same van he used to live in. It was his entire life. He would stay parked in my driveway when he wasn't riding around town. Mark, Knifé, and I had been dating for about 3 years. We recently got engaged and started to call venue places to set up our wedding and reception. We thought he would always be there, but we were in no way prepared for what we experienced when we heard the news. I am so grateful that we got to cherish his final hours. He helped me out of my darkest times. Mark... my love for you will never be broken. I miss you so much already. And I'll keep playing for you.
K: Mark, you've done a lot. You've had some ups, downs, and in-betweens but you were perfect in every way. People had a lot of great things to say about you. You've helped the city, made a difference, and you made me a better blade. Every second that goes by is a second closer to our reunion. Our wedding's in a few months and we know you'll be there in spirit. We'll make sure to remind everyone that you're the reason why we got engaged because you were the one who knelt... I know we still have a life to live but it's not the same without you. I know we'll see each other again but we don't know when. In the meantime, I'll think back to all of the great memories we had and make myself smile. You were the most amazing object I've ever known. You were a leader who marched with pride. People who admired you loved you. I promise I'll honor you the way you've made me. I'm going to make a difference in this world. I'll honor your legacy. Love ya, my little comedian. Hope you're having fun telling your jokes up there.
There's a short time skip after the funeral ceremony. G.P and Knifé are standing next to the coffin where Mark's resting. Knifé stares at Mark's corpse with a hint of sorrow.
K: Il a l'air si paisible avec la même expression avec laquelle je me suis réveillé tous les matins... La seule différence est que le temps s'arrête... Son corps a perdu tous ses sens et ses fonctions. L'âme perdue est entourée par le silence de l'état feutré du corps. Il ne verra pas la lumière du jour... Au lieu de cela, il sera accueilli par la lueur dorée qui l'attend L'escalier... Tu ne méritais pas ça... Tu as quitté ce monde trop tôt... Trop jeune... Tu avais encore la vie devant toi... Dommage qu'il ait été écourté... Je suis sûr qu'il y a un bien meilleur endroit qui vous attend... Un endroit où votre grand cœur est heureux. Mais peu importe à quel point tu es heureux... Nous ne serons pas là pour vivre ce bonheur ensemble... Sur ce, je te dis adieu, mon amour... Je ferai en sorte de vous rendre visite ici tous les mois... (He looks so peaceful with the same expression I woke up with every morning... The only difference is that time stands still... His body lost all of its senses and functions. The lost soul is surrounded by the silence of the muffled state of the body. He won't see the light of day... Instead, he will be greeted by the golden glow that awaits him at The Stairway... You didn't deserve this... You left this world too soon... Too young... You still had your life ahead of you... Too bad it was cut short... I'm sure there's a much better place waiting for you... A place where your big heart is happy. But no matter how happy you are... We won't be there to experience this happiness together... With that, I bid you farewell, my love... I will make sure to visit you here every month...)

Yup, once again a shorter part! The next one's longer and will introduce some more characters! I'm still debating whether I should bury him or cremate him, put him in a bong's bowl, and smoke him /hj