Carlton stood sadly at the grave of his beloved friend and confidant Benigno Avocado Jr. The heaviness of his heart caused the roses he carried in his ungloved hand to wilt.
He stood for several minutes pursing his lips then, finally, dissolving into a fit of hysterical grief, Carlton threw himself onto the moist Earth of the freshly dug grave of his late friend. He smeared the soil into his face and hair and screamed:
"Benigno! Benigno! You fiery Spanish bastard! How dare you leave me! How dare you taste the fruits of the afterlife before me! ME! Carlton Fitzroy! The man who gave you everything! Everything! Everyyyythhh..."
"Really Fitzroy, this is most displeasing, and that's my grave your mussing up old chap!", a spicey Spanish voice drifted over the tombstone. Carlton lifted his head, his face covered in soil, his hair standing on end like a specter.
"Benigno?"
"Yes."
"Benigno Avocado?"
"Yes."
"Benigno Avocado Junior?"
"YES you idiot! What are the chances that it is a different Benigno Avocado who knows you and is standing at the grave of Benigno Avocado Jr!"
"Oh! Yes, I get your meaning, umm.....fancy a drink?
"Let's go." Benigno said looking off to the horizon knowing that this would be the beginning of a new set of adventures.
The two walked arm in arm into the setting sun leaving the graves and sadness behind.
Tune in next week for the stunning conclusion!
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