Truth be told, not a soul. Man, you used to laugh the hardest.
What happened?
I want to know so badly. I know it won't happen, but I want to know. Could all this have been avoided? Could you still be here?
I hate having the lingering ghostly laugh on my shoulder. It's there all the time. I want to shrug it off. It reminds me of the fact that you aren't here anymore.
Somedays, I like having it there. It's a memory of what you used to sound like.
It comes in waves. I want to hear you, but then it gets me into a rut.
Who would have ever guessed you'd be next? It's impossible. You were so happy and full of life when I saw you at auditions, then you just weren't.
You had actually gotten up, and you did the dance with us. Man, there wasn't a single way I was gonna do it by myself, and you knew it.
Thank you.
Thank you for dancing with me. Thanks for giving me something to laugh about. Thanks for the hugs. Thanks for laughing at me. Yeah, I remember that. Now, every time I tell Violet we're going to kill her, I laugh.
That line shouldn't be funny.
Who'd have known?
