He moved over to the grave he had been eyeing earlier, and kneeling beside it, he dug a hole with his fingers in the soil. Carefully, he placed the piece of paper in the small hole and covered it, patting it flat and smiling like a child told he had done a good deed. He sat in the grass for some time, staring at the lettered grave, easily spotted against the breezy field. Slowly moving to his feet, he walked over again to the stone. Bending over, he placed a kiss upon its top and sat down beside it in the grass, resting his head against the name. "I'll be with you soon" he muttered under his breath, pulling a small gun out from an inside pocket in his overcoat. He quietly slid the gun into his mouth, into his throat, until the hilt began to point skyward. Somehow, he smiled around the gun, closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger.
A bird chirped in a nearby tree. The bullet moved through his head, chipping the 'D' on the stone. His braind dripped over the epitaph;