"Hey, can I have my cigarettes back today?" I ask Bo as we walk down the street towards the church. "You got all you shit back." He states not looking at me. "Nah see I had 1 and a half cartens of cigarettes in my purse. They weren't in said purse when I got it back." I tell him as I stretch my arms. "I won't beat your ass in the church but I'd like them back." Bo looked at me and sighed. "After the service." I tilted my head while looking at him. His face had a hint of...softness? No, sadness. "Goddesss why am I doing this?" I whisper to myself before speaking up to Bo. "You okay? You're acting like someone died?" I ask softening my voice. Bo stayed quiet as we reached the church doors. "Oh, oh no, wait, no, really?" Bo continues to stay quiet and just looks at me. "Just be quiet for an hour would you." I think for a second then nod. Disrespecting the dead was something I never enjoyed. And even if Bo is a, well, a fucking psycho sometimes people need a little sympathy. Not pedos, rapists, or racists though. Fuck those types of people.

Quietly Bo and I enter the church. Something just felt off though. A weird feeling in my stomach built up to my throat. There were people in the church siting incredibly still. The priest stared at Bo and I. The closer I looked I felt more confused. The priest was talking but his lips were not moving. Bo went up the the casket in the front. Me on the other hand I was looking at the priest. Then it clicked. A literal clicking sound, a voice recording. Peiring around I saw the tape recorder. That's when I realized what was so off about the priest. It wasn't a priest at all. It was a fucking wax sculpture! I started to look at the 'people' in the pews. Every last one. Wax. I felt uneasy to say the least. Quietly I walked over to the casket where Bo was kneeling. I covered my mouth to keep myself from screaming. Inside the death box laid an elderly woman. Her body completely covered in wax. In her hands were two smaller wax sculptures. Vincent's handy work. Was this the project that he was working on? More important, if the body in the casket in made to look like a wax sculpture. . .what about the others? All the wax people in the museum? And what if it was the whole town?! That would explain why no one came out when I was screaming yesterday. I just thought the whole town was kind of in on the murder.

Realizing that I had been staring at a dead body for what had to be a good 6 minutes while my brain processed everything I just turned on my heals and walked out the church doors. Once the fresh air hit my face I ran to the grass and threw up all of what I ate today and yesterday. My breath quickened to the point of hyperventilating and I clutched my chest. The church doors opened footsteps started approaching me. Bo stood behind me as I tried to catch my breath. "You good?" "What.. the.. fuck... do.. you.. think?" I reply having to breath between each word. "Look you can freak out later ok. I have a funeral to get back to." Bo scoffs and turns to walk back in. "Who's that in the casket?!" I call after him as I clean up my mouth.

Bo stopped in his tracks. "She's holding two of Vincent's sculptures." I say catching my breath. Bo turns to look at me with a glare thay could cut. "You only bury people you love with things like that." I tell him trying to soften my tone. "Stop talking." He says trying to keep his cool. My eyes widen as it finally hits. "She was your mom. . . Wasn't she?" I finish. Bo stands their for a second looking back at the church doors. After a minute he quickly walks up to me and drags me back into the church. Closing the doors behind us he grabs me by my throat at pins me to the back of the doors. "I asked you to be quiet for an hour. You don't get to talk about my momma. Only thing keeping me from squeezing the life out of ya is the fact my brother's like ya." Sneers at me as he tightens his grip. Trying to pry his hand off my neck I accidentally pulled his sleeve down. There were scars wrapping his wrist. You could tell he didn't do them himself. Bo tightened his grip even more causing me to start seeing stars. He lost his momma and if he continued this mine would lose me. Tears started to trace down my cheeks. "Bo, please, I'll be quiet. I just wanted to pay my respects." I choke out. A look of confusion flashed across the man's face. Dropping me to the church floor I gasp my breath back. "What?" He asks kneeling down infront of me.

"I just wanted to pay my respects. You said she was important to you." I cough and rub my throat. "So," I clear my throat and clean my face a bit. "Would you let me pay my respects to your momma?" I ask looking up into his bright blue eyes. "You didn't even know her." He whisper. "I know," I sigh with with soft smile. "But I also know that if I lost my mom I'd be thankful someone besides myself also wanted to show her a last respect. It's just how I was brought up." I tell him while rubbing my neck. Bo looked at the floor then at me. The anger in his eyes had left, replaced by a sadness only know to those who have lost those close to them. "I'll be quiet. I promise." I smile softly at Bo. "Hmm." He nods and helps me up. Being, considering what just happened, only gentle with me. We walked to the casket and Bo helped me kneel down. Closing my eyes I wished this woman a slightly bumpy ride to whatever after life she was headed to. And that if she was responsible for the scars on Bos arms that a pebble be in her shoe for all eternity. I'd never disrespect the dead. However I would wish them slight inconveniences in the after life.

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The next hour had passed silently. Bo couldn't look me I the eyes. Once the 'service' had ended I sat on the church steps. There was a mark on the middle step where cigarettes had been put out. I gazed at the town ifront of me. With that I saw in the church, chances are that's how the whole town was. Everything seemed so distant yet so real at the same time. Taking a deep breath I sigh. "Miss you mom." I mumble. Feeling a tap on my shoulder I flinch and cover my head. It was quiet for a moment before a carton of cigarettes was visible from the small vision hole in the crook of my arm. Hesitantly I lowered my arms. Bo had set my cigarettes down next to me, along with my lighter. "Thanks." I sigh.