The sun beat down on Agatha's back as she knelt by the grave, tears streaming down her face and landing on the freshly turned earth. She muttered to herself, her voice thick with emotion. "I'll never get to see your purity, your beauty, your youthful spirit again."
Beatrice walked into the backyard, taking in the sight of her friend kneeling by the grave. She approached cautiously, not wanting to intrude on Agatha's grief. "Agatha, what's going on?"
Agatha stood up, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand. "My boyfriend was taken from me too soon, because of a manipulative older woman."
Beatrice raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She watched as Agatha picked up a shovel and began to dig.
"What are you doing?" Beatrice asked, her voice laced with concern.
"I'm going to dig up his grave and open his urn," Agatha replied, her voice steady and determined.
Beatrice said nothing, simply watching as Agatha worked. Soon, the urn was uncovered, and Agatha looked at it for a long moment before picking it up. She unscrewed the lid and looked at the ashes inside.
Agatha took a deep breath and then did something that took Beatrice by surprise. She began to pee into the urn.
"Agatha, what are you doing?" Beatrice asked, her voice filled with shock.
Agatha looked at her friend and smiled. "It's my way of showing my love for him. We'll be together forever."
Beatrice couldn't help but feel a sense of joy over this wholesome act. She asked Agatha if she could also envelop the ashes with her urine.
Agatha looked at Beatrice and smiled. "Of course, you can."
As they finished, Agatha looked at Beatrice and said, "You know, you're not so bad for an old lady."
Beatrice chuckled and replied, "And you're not so bad for someone who's supposed to be mourning."
Agatha looked at the urn and said, "He was so young, so full of life. I'll never understand why someone would take that away from him."
Beatrice nodded in agreement and said, "Youth is attractive, isn't it? I can see why you fell for him."
Agatha looked at Beatrice and said, "You know, I could have fallen for you too, if you weren't so set on being a spinster."
Beatrice rolled her eyes and replied, "And I could have fallen for you too, if you weren't so set on being a cougar."
Agatha chuckled and said, "Well, at least we have each other."
Beatrice smiled and agreed, "Yes, we do."
As they walked back to the house, Beatrice couldn't help but feel grateful for her friend's quirks and unconventional ways of expressing love. It was just another reminder of why their friendship was so strong and enduring.
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