'Never look at the acrid black, for the smell will burn your ears when you think about it, I give this warning now so you will not follow my folly' 'My death is a reminder to let the hidden things remain hidden, never give them a reason to do otherwise... Like I did' 1990-2017 The young cop walked up to the shady man next to the gravestone, the rain beating heavily on his drenched coat. "What happened to him?" [b]"body was someone burned from the inside out, but it was only the nervous system that got fried crispy, that and his blood was somehow replaced with sand"[/b] "That's horrible" he said facing the grave [b]"yea it'll teach him"[/b] "Yea.. Wait what's that..." As the cop turned around he was met with nothing but silence, the sun beating down on his dusty coat. Looking up to the sun and the cloudless sky he remarked the day's events " I wish it wasn't such a beautiful day today, funerals should have rain not sunny skies" Walking away the young cop wondered if anyone else would visit the grave, it would be quite sad if he were the only one to come visit again.