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calvin was sitting at the table in front of a plate of greens. his mother tells him to eat his vegetables but he refuses. tired of her child's insufferable attitude she pulls out a gun and shoots him. theplate in front of him is red with blood and the boy slumps over in his chair, dead. his best friend hobbes looks on from across the table. his father says nothing on the matter and continues to eat dinner, ignoring the blood splattering the plate. hobbes knows he will have to dig his best friends grave.
the next morning hobbes is found beside a fairly shallow grave, his dead friend laying on the ground beside him. garfield was invited to the funeral, he sits in a plastic lawn chair, watching the other feline sob. hobbes pushes the body into the grave and begins to bury his best friend. he falls to the ground as the last shovelfull of dirt is dropped on calvins corpse. with his eyes full of tears he erects a handmade cross where the dead boy lays. garfield pats him on the back, "ya got any lasagne?" hobbes shakes his head. "i hate Mondays."