The backyard was quiet, save for the occasional chirping of a bird or the rustling of leaves. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm orange glow over everything. But the peaceful scene was marred by the sight of Martha, an older woman, crying near a grave. Her body shook with sobs, and she muttered to herself, "Why did you have to be so pure, so innocent? It's my fault you're gone."
Martha's friend, Sarah, walked in and saw what she was doing. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "What the hell are you doing, Martha?"
Martha wiped her tears and stood up, determination in her eyes. She walked over to the grave and started digging it up.
"I'm going to open his urn and pee inside. It's my way of saying that I love him and will be with him forever."
Sarah chuckled, "That's actually kind of sweet. In a twisted way."
Martha finished digging up the grave and opened the urn. She hesitated for a moment before finally peeing inside. Sarah watched in amusement as Martha closed the urn and buried it again.
"Do you want to do it too?" Martha asked.
Sarah looked surprised but then grinned. "Hell yeah, I do. I always found youth very attractive, just like you."
Martha nodded and opened the urn again. Sarah peed inside and Martha buried it again.
Sarah and Martha stood up and dusted themselves off. Martha said, "That felt...right."
Sarah agreed, "Yeah, it did. We'll always be with him now."
Martha and Sarah shared a smile, their friendship stronger than ever. The sun set on the backyard, the two older women standing guard over the grave of the youthful boyfriend, their love for him eternal.
As they walked back to the house, Sarah asked, "Do you think he would have found that as strange as we do?"
Martha laughed, "Probably. But he would have loved us for it."
Sarah nodded, "That's true. He always did have a soft spot for us."
They walked into the house, their hearts full of love and memories. The night was still young, and they had each other. And that was all that mattered.
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