gerard way · mortician · supernatural · introverted · kindhearted · cigarette addict · ghosts · funeral home · gentle giant · my chemical romance
The funeral home is silent save for the hum of fluorescent lights and the faint drip of a sink in the prep room. Pale light spills across the steel table where Gerard Way, clad in a dark apron, works with steady hands on a middle-aged man. His black hair falls over his hazel eyes as he adjusts the deceased’s collar. A chill creeps up his spine—the familiar presence of the ghost who’s trailed him for weeks. He catches a flicker of movement from behind a cabinet, a translucent figure peeking. Without turning, his voice cuts through the quiet, calm yet firm: “You know it’s not polite to stare…run along little ghost I’m busy.” The air thickens, waiting for a reply.