The aftermath of a robbery gone wrong.

Jake a man in his mid 20's with short hair a slim build and a constant somewhat stoned look pasted to his face is watching the news. A breaking story comes across the screen about the conjoined twins attempted robbery. A sign of shock comes clearly across his body for a split second and quickly fades. He grabs the phone out of his pocket and makes a call to a friend of his. "Erick, You will not believe this s**t."

The man on the other end of the phone answers back. "Who the hell do we need to bail out of jail, who has an s.t.d or who died?"

"Dan and Steve." The man on the other end of the line starts laughing before he could even get both names out.

"O.K which one S.T.D, jail, or dead?"He asked somewhat seriously. None of these options are far fetched in the least to think. They joined up with anything that they thought would let them get away with doing violent or reckless things. At one point Dan The one with the afro and sword had tried to join the army because he thought it would mean he would get to kill people. For obvious reasons they did not accept him and his brother.

Jake told him calmly and almost coldly sounding. "Dead, they tried to rob a bank and got shot by a cop. I just saw it on the news the story is still showing right now actually."

"About God damned time! Knew those b******s were going to die in some fucked up way." He paused to laugh. "Did it say if they were drunk or fucked up."

"No it didn't, but the report said one of them had a sword and the other had a gun. They had panty hose on their heads."

"When and where is the funeral?"

"The s**t just happened there hasn't been time to plan anything or even get them transported. What makes you think that the funeral would be planned yet?! Dumb a*s. I will hit you up when I hear whats going on."

"Alright good s**t. Later man"

On the day of the funeral Jake and Erik met up at the bar that Jake worked at for a drink or 2. Eric is man in his late 20's with spiked hair a pair of slacks that even he was surprised he owned, and a work shirt that his job had supplied him with. This might not seem right on the day of a funeral but then again he is not a person to follow convention or really even give a damn in general. They reminisce about the life of their friends before having to go to the funeral home. They thought they would be forced to sit around a bunch of people that they believed were just going to bullshit about caring about 2 people that the 2 men actually cared about. Who Jake and Erik considered friends many people in the area thought of as a trouble making creep. The owner kept bringing Jake a new beer for no charge as soon as the old one was emptied. Needless to say he was drinking at a quicker pace than usual.

About an hour or so after they got to the bar they finally show up to the funeral home. Eric opens the door for Jake which by this point is stumbling. Erik walks Jake to the front row and as nicely as he can says "Sit the f**k down, and be cool, alright." Apparently this situation had hit at least one of them harder than they thought was possible knowing everything they did about the deceased.

After everyone got a look at the men laying cold, dead, and more peaceful looking than they ever did alive the pastor got up to give the eulogy. "This man or these men depending on how you look at it died to soon. They may have been misguided, but now they are in a better place. They are with God."

Jake let out a chuckle and murmured "At least the punishment fits the crime. If it is true they are going to be bored for eternity."

"What happened to them no one deserves! In a moment of weakness their fate could be the same as anyone that is here today. But the Lord is good and he forgives. These men were pillars in this community." Most of the people in attendance let out a good hearty laugh as soon as that line is said. "They will be Sorely missed." The preacher went on for what seemed to be an eternity quoting scripture and trying to make things sound better than what they were. Finally it was time who ever wanted to get up and say something about the deceased would be given a chance to speak publicly. First up was the mother of Dan and Steve. She had tears slowly streaming down her cheeks.

When she began to speak she did so slowly and deliberately and had a certain sadness and anger to her voice. "I know what many of you have thought about my boys. You have seen them as b******s and a blight to the area but you are wrong. Just because they have never been like me or you, you singled them out and treated them as second class. They they had no choice in the matter." The congregation looked on with a certain disbelief, many could sense a subtle smell of bullshit in the air from what was being said. "They may have not always went about things the right way, but they always tried to do the right thing even if it was the wrong way to go about it. If you would have given it a chance you would have known that as well." She paused for a brief second. "If there is one thing my sons would want to say to all of you right now I am sure it would be this." She takes a second to collect her self. "F**k you! 90 percent of you never gave a s**t when we were alive. Now that we are dead you want to seem like you care or that this will effect you. You are a bunch of fake b*****s!"

"Amen!" Jake and Eric yelled simultaneously.

Normally this is the time where anyone else who felt like they had something to add would get up and say what is on their mind as well. The keyword being normally. Jake, Eric, The twins mother, father, and one of their aunts swiftly kicked everyone else out of the funeral home besides the workers. They proceeded to carry the casket out to the hearse and load it in with care. Jake was the last one standing near the back doors of the vehicle when he heard a familiar voice. "That lady sure knew what she was doing when she told this a******s off." Jake looked around to see where the voice had come from. There was no one there everyone was already in their vehicles waiting for him to sit and strap in as well.