(THIS IS THE BASICS OF A STORY I KNOW I'LL NEVER WRITE. I just wanted it out there for people to see. If you're interested in writing the story, go ahead! Just give credit and leave a comment!) Oz is there, for every funeral of their friends. The day Brian simply rots too much, and decides to finally sleep forever, the day lightning and electricity is simply no longer enough to sustain Vicky and her old joints, the day Vera is finally caught off guard and shot dead, Valerie killing herself soon after. Oz was at each and every funeral. They're there, for everyone, until no one else could be there for them... Except for three people. ⚠️⚠️ Cross-posted on AO3 under the same title!⚠️⚠️
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