It wasn't long before he stood on bare terrain, no grass in sight. He only had to take a few more steps before he was in front of the small mound of dirt, the wooden cross planted on it glared at him angrily.
"Danny..."
He kneeled in front of the grave, hand automatically landing on the dirt. "I had hope that... perhaps... the anomalies had brought you and father back, but it seems not..."
He was on the verge of tears, but he refused to let them fall, "Old friend, I miss you and father dearly. You two would not believe all the wonderful adventures I have encountered, could you believe that I marry my beloved Erina and have numerous descendants in the future?"
He laughed at himself. "It sounds unreal, but it is very much true. I have met grandchildren and even my son, a version of myself from another world, a descendant from said world, it has all been so bizarre but so amazing at the same time."
He then smiled, "They are wonderful people, you would have loved them. There is even a dog in our group, his name is Iggy, I bet you would have played with him all day."
He inhaled. "I learned of this ability called a Stand, I fought dinosaurs, I even turned into a child. I have been learning so much about the future, it is all truly incredible."
Despite his best efforts, a single tear slid down his cheek, and his voice cracked, "I hope we can meet again someday, Danny. Take care of father for me..."
With a final pat to the mound, Jonathan stood, hands reaching up to clutch his satchel straps tightly. With one last look to the grave, he turned, walking away quickly as more tears fell.
Penn: (at a set dressed as Harry Houdini's grave, to the headstone) Harry! Can you believe it? The same bullshit you so thoroughly debunked almost a century ago is continuing! And even enjoying a resurgence! (to camera) See? Anyone can talk to the dead! Getting an answer, that's the hard part.
Teller: (as Houdini, his face poking through the foam layer front of the headstone) Bullshit!
"Mr. Mallory, my name is Carl Winslow...and I'm a police officer. Well, actually, I guess you know who I am. But I came here today to get something off my chest, Mr. Mallory. You know, what happened...happened a year ago. But what happened...happens again and again in my mind. I close my eyes and I...I see that man...holding you. (chokes up) I see that...that gun...pressed against your head. And I see the fear on your face. But what I don't see, Mr. Mallory, is that one second, that one f... fraction of a second when I could have taken him down. It was there. I-It had to be there. If only I had seen it and done something...you might be alive today, Mr. Mallory. (starts breaking down) But I missed. And I just want to say...that I'm so sorry, Mr. Mallory. I am so, very sorry."
—Carl Winslow, Family Matters, "I Should Have Done Something"
"Tell me, Takada, one doctor to another, what is this horrid virus which caused your death?"
—Dr. Donald "Ducky" Mallard, NCIS, "Chimera"
"I guess this is the part... where I pretend that you can hear me. What could I possibly say to you? Even if you could forgive me... I wouldn't deserve it. I'm supposed to go back to normal school tomorrow... like none of this ever happened. But it's just me. We were all supposed to go to high school together, and now I'm... because I couldn't... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
—Tessa Quinn, to the graves of her teammates, Sleepless Domain
"Any final words of advice for your old captain? Wait, don't tell me. I'm being impulsive. I haven't considered all the consequences. It's too risky. Thanks for the input, but I've got to do what I think is right. I know it wasn't easy living all these years without her, Chakotay. But when I'm through, things might be better for all of us. Trust me."
—Admiral Kathryn Janeway, Star Trek: Voyager, "Endgame"
Otis: Hey, Pop. I wanted to come by and... Look, you were just a great dad. You see, I... I don't know what I was thinking, but, for a minute, I actually thought I could take your place... But those coyotes? I mean, you'd have stood up to them and you wouldn't have backed down. I gotta tell you, I was so afraid. You know, I know I always said that I wasn't you, and I'm not. But I wish I was... I can't do it, Pop. I gotta go. I'm sorry.
— Otis to the grave of his father, Ben, Barnyard
