DeathofPop1

As I was making my daily walk over the graveyard I saw this nice man. Okay, so he seemed to be on drugs, but you know... I felt like I had seen him somewhere. He said that I should come with, and since I thought he seemed nice I did.
As we walked to a part of the cemetery where I had never been before I started to notice something...

Hmm... the beginning of the torture of boybands. Buried here? I found it amusing, but just to check that I wasn't seeing things I asked the man about it. No, surely enough, it was the New Kids on the Block who was buried there since long ago.
We kept on walking...

That seemed weird. The second really big boyband, here too? I tapped the man on the shoulder and asked him about it. But no, I wasn't mistaking, that was the real tombstone of Take That, the group were buried there.
Slowly my brain started working while we looked at it. I don't know much about New Kids on the Block, so I never asked him then, but I know Robbie Williams used to be a member of Take That. So I asked the nice crackhead about it. No, that grave weren't really filled yet, but it would be soon enough. Since I didn't want to know more I asked if we should move along. So we did...

Here I froze. I pulled the nice druggie's sleeve, and pretty hard I guess cause he sighed a bit annoyed. No, I found out that the grave was empty, but would be filled slowly. I looked at him, he looked at me with his tired red eyes as if he knew what I was thinking. He told me that I shouldn't worry, it would go quick and painless for them.
With that I decided that we should move along.

Here I had to stop to giggle a bit. The man looked at me, a bit amused. He smiled, hmm... something about the smile made me believe that he might be related to J.C., just my imagination I guess. He told me that it wouldn't go as painless for them, but quick nonetheless.
I asked if he could tell me more, but he just shook his head, but couldn't stop smiling.
So I did what any other 'NSync hater would have done, I threw myself on the ground and held on to his leg and begged him to take my soul in exchange for the answers to my questions. Now that I think of it, he was awfully skinny. Anyway, he laughed a weird, almost soundless laugh. It made me think of Kevin, oh well. Since he knew I wouldn't give up until he told me, he agreed to my offer.
Oh, it was so funny, we both laughed while he was telling me about it. Hmm... that's odd, I can't seem to remember it now, I really wish I had a better memory... hmm... Anyway, we moved a long after we had collected ourselves from all the laughing.

We passed 5ive who ironically had tombstone number five. I had to stop. Not that I like them, more to lean against the tombstone to rest, I don't know why but I suddenly felt so tired, but then I'm not much for exercise so it was probably just that. He asked if I wanted to know, but I had to be honest with him, I really didn't give a fuck about these idiots, sure they were annoying, but really, I couldn't care less.
So he started walking again, and I followed.

The nice drug addict with his almost glowing red eyes stopped in front of the sixth tombstone, so I did too. A low chuckle was heard from my tall friend, and I asked him what was so funny. I mean after all, one of the guys... what's his name again... hmm... oh yeah! Jeffrey, he had a daughter and all, I believe she's about two years old now. He told me that 98 degrees was just the temperature of where they were going, pop hell.
I looked at him carefully, I wasn't sure if I was going to laugh or run, cause he started to scare me a bit. Maybe it was that big scythe he was carrying around? I can't remember, oh well, we walked on.

We didn't even bother to stop here, it really wasn't that interesting. Beside, my friend was still chuckling from his joke about 98 Degrees. I assumed he was pretty lonely, laughing at his own jokes like that, and so long especially. I don't understand why he wouldn't have friends though, he who seemed so nice and all.
We kept on walking.

I got a bit confused and pulled my in friend's sleeve again. I asked him if we hadn't already passed these. We thought for a while, then he remembered, we had passed Hanson, this was the Moffats, the second version.
After that we moved along...

Here my friend stopped, and sighed deeply, as if this was a very painful place for him. I asked him about it, but he just shook his head and explained what it was. Even if music had been able to handle all the boybands and the blond bimbos, Ricky Martin would be the one to break them all down, one by one. I could hardly believe it. Surely I knew that he might not be so great, but "She's all I ever had" or whatever that song was called was pretty good in my opinion. Of course I didn't tell the nice man next to me this, since he obvisously wouldn't have liked it.
After this, we kept walking.

Here I fell to my knees again, and started to beg him to tell me how she'd go down and how she'd die. Since he knew I wouldn't let go of his cape... Now come to think of it he was wearing a black cape, oh the things you remember afterwards. Anyway, he knew I wouldn't let go until he told me, so he did. God that was some hilarious stuff, if I just could get that homepage of mine even half as good... Anyway, after that we moved along laughing.

When my red eyed friend leaned over and whispered Christina's future to me I just couldn't help but to laugh out loud. And Christina who said she'd never get implants... hehe... another one that should have shown needles a bit more respect than what she did.
We sat down to rest by the tombstone and shared some crack that he'd picked up by 'NSync's tombstone. For some reason I was really, really tired now. I looked at the crackhead beside me and asked him about it when he told me it was nothing I believed him. What could I really have done? I was so incredibly stoned... Kinda like J.C. is when he's been taking his "caffeine".
After a good while we decided that we should take a look at the next tombstone.

A bit confused I looked at him. How come 'NSync, Five, 98 Degrees, Hanson and Moffats had their own graves? It wasn't like if they were important or anything. He looked at me for a couple of seconds, then he told me the bitter truth. If it hadn't been for these groups, especially 'NSync, the Backstreet Boys would have been in the history books already, and there would have been a pretty good chance that music would have been able to handle people like Britney Spears and Ricky Martin.
So there they rested, Boyzone, LFO, Take Five, and all those other looser groups that tried to become someone but never succeeded, in one big mass grave.
We shared some more crack cause we were really, really upset and had to get over this before we moved along.
Well, we woke up the next night and continued our little walk, still pretty high.

When we reached the other tombstone, which happened to be the biggest mass grave they had on the cemetery, it was time to say goodbye. It was so tragic. So sad. So incredibly heart ripping. It could have been a number one hit if someone had made a pop song out of it.
Before he was going to leave I had to ask him for his name. Grim. Such a wonderful name. I gave him a hug, and took a picture of him before we parted ways for good.

Now I know so much more, thanks to my new friend Mr. Reaper. For a couple of examples:
* Crack will make my world really, really weird.
* Pop is an evil thing that is going to be here for a long time, even when we think that it's gone, it will come back.
* Britney will become a porno star, it's not just a joke anymore, it's her real future.
* Christina will become a prostitute, it's simply her true call.
* Moffats just barely made it from getting into the mass grave of unknown and soon forgotten groups, but they'll be forgotten soon enough anyway.
* It was worth to sell my soul to get this information.
* I have a new friend that unfortunately will never meet again.

So, now that the crack is wearing off and I'm coming to my senses again, as a conclusion after this interesting meeting I know one more thing for sure:
Music is going to hell, and Ricky Martin is driving the bus.