Simpsons Pornography Story: Bartman Chapter 76
Bart
A cold
chill runs down my spine, amongst the harsh breeze there are
mourners. Friends, family and even people he rarely saw, turned up to
say farewell to Grandpa. I always knew this day would come sooner or
later, he was getting old but I thought he could fight it for a few
more years. He fell a victim to deaths untimely scythe, now he
rests with fellow souls watching him, for the very last time.
The casket
closes, his face forever hidden from the mortals he once loved. The
hearse moves so slowly, grandpa didnt want to leave us all, not
just yet, but it happened. He is gone and forever, nothing more than
a memory now.
Uhh you
must be a Simpson, you resemble a young Abe, A tall, old man said
to me once gloomily mourners started to vanish. Only I and he stood
near the tombstones, the others had already started making their way
to the reception.
