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As the night died down, Braden addressed the crowd at The Pitstop. "Hey everyone... I'm Tristan's best friend, Braden. As some of you may or may not remember, we had Tristan's friend Charlie give the eulogy at the funeral. Tristan always said Charlie was the smartest and most heartfelt friend he

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As the night died down, Braden addressed the crowd at The Pitstop.

"Hey everyone... I'm Tristan's best friend, Braden. As some of you may or may not remember, we had Tristan's friend Charlie give the eulogy at the funeral. Tristan always said Charlie was the smartest and most heartfelt friend he ever had, so we knew that it's what he would've wanted. Before we all left for the night, first I wanted to say thank you to everyone who contributed to the funeral's IndieGoGo campaign, especially the anonymous donor who paid thousands of dollars so that the funeral could happen. Tristan's family disowned him when he came out, but we were not going to let that stop us from giving him the burial he deserved. Second... well," Braden began to tear up. "I'll let Tristan go ahead and tell you."

Tristan's face blinked onto the screen. Charlie remembered the video as Tristan's failed attempt at becoming a YouTube celebrity. The crowd laughed with appreciation as videos flipped from Tristan making duckfaces, Tristan practicing selfies, and describing last night's drunken shenanigans. It was the final one that got everyone.

"Everyone makes fun of me cuz I'm OBSSESSED with Marilyn Monroe," Tristan said, holding up a framed picture of the blonde icon. "But let me tell you bitches, my girl as fierce! She could take on Gaga and Beyonce and Madonna combined. People never understood her, you know? She glittered with her own special light that nobody really saw but her. Y'all thought you knew her, but you didn't. That's like me. You think you know me... but you ain't scratched the surface. Arite bitches," he said kissing the screen and flashing a peace sign. "Deuces."

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Somewhere in a dark cemetery, Bruce stood crying over a grave, and placing a single rose on a grave. Tomorrow he would deal with his accountant's frantic email, wondering where the majority of Bruce's funds had gone. Tomorrow he would deal with finding a way to make all that money back.

Today, Bruce mourned the one that got away.

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