[ME] Bastien, Remembered

NAHHHHH. Edy didn't believe it for a fucking heartbeat. Mostly because that walking cock was too full of himself to actually die. Death meant wrinkles and decomposition and being forgotten and there was no way sir suck-me-off-behind-the-bar was ever gonna let himself go out like that. If he was really dead, there'd be fireworks made of his ashes or some such nonsense. But a burial? Fuck off. Striding in wearing absolutely nothing funeral-appropriate, Edy saw the oh-so pretty woman from the backroom of this church. Batting her eyes at her for a moment (this shit wasn't real after all), Edy looked at the old man. "Hi, I'm Edy. Bastien said I could have all his outfits and stuff, to cut up and make outfits for some of the pigs and goats, so..." The not-teenager said far too loudly, as if trying to speak to someone who was in the backroom. That's where she figured Bastien was after all. She also figured nothing would make him scream and stomp his feet like the thought of all his oh-so pretty things on the backs and snoots of farm animals in the mud. Edrei You know I talk too much Honey, come put your lips on mine and shut me up