"We've all gathered here to say goodbye to our dear friend, Rory Flanagan. He was a son, a brother, and most importantly, a leprechaun. The memories of the boy will always be in our minds, we will never forget you Rory." His father said, almost tearing up mid-speech.
"Amen." They all said as they sobbed.
They lowered the red casket down the ground while a One Direction song was playing in the background. "Alive", to be exact. How ironic.
Right as the casket was halfway down, they dropped it, making a few if the loose body parts splatter everywhere. A foot landed in his sister's hair, the last remaining finger went up Puckermans nose and the head landed on Mr. Schue's head. They all screamed in excitement from the souvenirs they were lucky to get.
It's a tradition in Ireland and Ohio to get a body part as a souvenir. Lucky bastards.
THE END
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Ice, Ice, Baby // Mr. Schuester
Poetry-The Difference Between Loving You And Loving My Mother- ~ A story of the legendary William Schuester, the teacher of all our dreams.
