Jake Otteson

And I was getting nervous.

Like, this has to kind of look good.

And then I'm looking down thinking I should make this look nicer.

And I got a bunch of nice rocks that I thought were pretty.

And I put them in a circle around the hole.

And I'm sweating.

I'm wiping my brow with that floppy hat.

And I suddenly hear music and look over to the tavern that's near the graveyard, and a processional has begun.

There are about 10 people.

They're dressed in different costumes.

Some of them are actors.

Some of them are longtime fairgoers.

And they're making their way to my graveyard.

And in the front, there are some minstrels playing music.

They're sort of kicking up dust as they walk, which adds this haze to this kind of silly-looking somber scene.

They come into the graveyard.

I welcome them, ask them to, you know, gather around the hole that I dug.

And it's almost golden hour at this point, so the sun is slanting through the trees.

And Michael has Donna's ashes and thanks everybody for coming and says, you know, Donna would think that this is hilarious.

And I look around at this motley crew, and we're, some of us, half in character.