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EPILOGE: This Fan Fic is about when the boys become adults.

Finally. The day has come. He moved to Boston 12 years ago, and he was finally ready to go back. Stanley Randall Marsh was ready to go back home, to his quite little, redneck, white trash, mountian town, South Park, Colorado. "C'mon Tommy." he said as he picked up his 3 year old son. "Ok Da Da." He straped his son in his carseat, handed him a toy, and kissed the soft black tuft of hair on his little head. "Ready to go home?" Stan asked his wife. "Ready" Wendy Marsh replied. And off they went to the airport.

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"I don't know if I can do this." Eric Cartman said. "Don't worry hon, I believe in you. I know it's been hard after he died....but you can go back." his wife Palmela said. "He's been gone for four years Eric. I know it tough, constant memories of your bestfriend, but their happy memories. You can do it." "Ok" her husband repiled. "Let's go." "Aren't yoo forgetering someting?" a small voice cried out. "Of course, I wouldn't forget you Kylie. C'mon, lets go. "Me too Daddy! Me too!" Eric Cartman's oldest son Jacob said "Ok you two, c'mon, lets go" "Daddyyyyy, yoo can't weave with thought yoor spicial hat." Kylie said. "Almost forgot." Eric said, straping on his orange and green yamika. "Lets go."

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"Ok bitches, lets go." Kenny called out to his wives.

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Your'e probably wondering "What about Kyle?" Well....I've got some bad news. In 2016, Sergeant Broflovski was leading his troops when....it happened. The whislte of bombs was heard thourgh out the sky, then, BAM! It hit. Screams rang out in horror, Kyle grabbing as many men as he could, but, after about 5 men, Sergeant Broflovski lay their on the ground. Gone forever. He was buried in South Park, at the graveyard. His selfess wife, Jamie, killed herself, leaving her poor son, Jacob, a orphan. But, a old friend took the newborn in, even though his wife was pregnant. That friend was named Eric Cartman.


Ok, I'll post chp 2 tommorow! Bye!

Interesting... I'd like to see more of South Park's infamous toilet humour though! This first part is a bit ominous. Or was that intentional?

I am the worst FanFic person ever. How long has it been? 2 weeks? Anyways, sorry about that. I was on vacation with my family to Mexico, so i really didnt have the time. Anyways, i just got home so im really tired. i will post the next (and much longer) chapter tommorrow. this chapter was really an intro, not a real chapter, soI'll go more into familes/cartmans religion/kyles death/kennys pylimagy and other stuff tommorrow, and i promise, there is going to be a lot of humor in the rest of the story. Thanks! ps sorry about my grammar on this update, i am exhasted and ready to pass out.

Life caught up to me. *sigh* Oh well, I have the next chapter. *Quick Note* This is a more serious Fanfic. There will be a couple of laughs, but most serious. Just a disclaimer.

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The plane made a suttle bump as it hit the platform. "Hello everyone, this is your Captian speaking, I just wanted to say I hope you have a great flight, and welcome to Denver." Stan's hand was shaking. "Stan, are you ok?" Wendy asked from the seat behind him. Stan looked like he was about to vomit, like when he did when he was around Wendy back when they were kids. Their relationship in elementary school was no big deal. But, when they broke up in the 7th grade when Wendy moved to Wyoming, Stan was heartbroken. But, as if on purpose, they met back in Vet school in Boston, and Stan realized he was in love. 3 years later, they got married, and had their first son, Thomas Stanley Marsh.

They finally got off the plane and walked into the Denver National Airport, where a man with light brown hair and a yamika came into view. He held up a sign that read, "Marsh". ".....Cartman? Is that you?" Stan asked looking at the man. "Stan? Wow! It's you! You haven't changed since high school!" Cartman then looked the other way, at a woman with long coal hair, holding a little boys' hand. "Wendy?" Cartman asked. "Yes Cartman, it's me." Cartman gave her a look-over. "Well....I guess your boobs haven't murdered you yet...." Stan laughed. "Yep, that's our Cartman."

If you can't tell, I have really short chapters. Promise to update soon. Next chapter: Kenny. Thanks for reading!

This Chapter is Kenny and...well you'll see. It's a suprise.


Three hot chicks escorted Kenny off the jet. "Can I get you anything, Mr. McCormick?" The blonde on his right asked, cradling his arm. "Nah, I'm good, Mrs. McCormick." What about me? Another girl asked. "I'm good ladies." Damn, I love being a pyligamsit he thought.
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"Good Morning Mr. Broflovski!" a kind man called out as Kyle walked along the streets of jewisH heaven. Kyle groaned. He didn't want to talk to anyone today. Or most days. And everyone understood. His death was brutal and tragic, as he was only 23. Kyle sometimes half wished he was in Limbo, so he wouldn't have to talk to anyone.

Kyle spent half his time couped up in his room, watching his past life from his Vision-Screen, as almost as it was a TV show. He most liked to watch when he was in Elementary, because those times were the best. Sure, they had fun times later, but crazy sh*t happened then. Kyle did realize Kenny wasn't kidding that he died. The first couple of times was shocking, but some of them were actually....funny. Terrible as it sounds laughing at your friends death, they were all stupid ways to die. Kyle always waited for Kenny to come to Heaven, but Kyle was in jewish heaven, and Kenny wasn't Jewish (except the one time he was a jew scout.)

Jewish heaven was basically everything you loved in one place. Kyle could go to the most kickass basketball courts, even though there wasn't many people to play. Heaven was anything anyone could ever ask for, but in all reality, Kyle wanted to be home. He wanted to see his family, teach his son how to fish at Stark's pond, watch a football game with Stan, hug Ike after he got his diploma from Harvard Medical, light the minora with his family on Hannakauh. But he couldn't. He could go down to earth as a spirt, but no one could see him. He was alone. He went down to see his gravestone. It was a simple army-style grave stone. Plus, it was easy to find in a Military gravesite, it was one of the only ones that wasn't a cross. It was inscripted with, "Kyle Broflovski, Born May 26, 1989. Died October 19, 2012. Husband, Father, Son, SBF, Hero. 1st class general. Purple Heart." Kyle couldn't think of a worse way to die. October 19th is Stan's birthday. Kyle walked out of the cematery, feeling like he died yesterday.

Hope you liked it! Sorry for my spelling. I think I'm going to put 2 parts to make one chapter. I hate typing, so I put them out piece by piece. Handwritten, I'm almost done with the story XD. Next Chapter is Cartman, Stan, and more Kenny (I kinda have a rotation) Thanks for reading! Bye!