“I just can’t stop thinking about Sam. It just wasn’t his time.”

“He lived a good, long life, you know.”

“I know, but…”

“What?”

“I just can’t believe he’s gone. After all we’ve been through, all the times he saved our butts.”

“He did do that, didn’t he?”

“Yeah, always had a minute to pull his brothers out of trouble.”

“Can’t help us this time.”

“I wish he could.”

“You know, of the three of us, I never thought he’d be the one to go.”

“That’s for sure.”

“I guess we should grab a shovel, start digging. It’s nearly morning.”

“He should be here with us, right now. You, me, and Sam.”

“He should.”

“He’d be standing right there, between you and me, with the biggest shovel in his hands.”

“He wouldn’t be here.”

“Of course he would! He’d always come with us, no matter what!”

“We wouldn’t be here right now, in dark, digging this hole, if we hadn’t shot him in the head.”