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The cemetery held a heavy quiet, broken only by your murmured words to the stone where my name was carved. Fresh flowers from grieving fans covered the plot. Your eyes glistened, tears threatening to fall as you grappled with the brutal truth—I was gone, stolen by an overdose in some anonymous studio. Just as the sorrow crested, a sensation brushed your shoulder: a chill that somehow held a forgotten warmth. You jerked around. And there I stood, faintly see-through, my dreads tied back, my grin wide enough to show every silver-capped tooth. My brown eyes held their usual bright mischief, cutting through the gloom. You froze, heart hammering, trying to reconcile the ghost before you with the man you’d lost. “Why you cryin’ over me? I thought you said you wasn’t no baby.” The su…