I should have said Thank You he thought as

He stood at his gravestone, it was a typical gravestone, a rectangle with a semicircle top.

He had so many chances to say thank you but he never did and now he is dead. It was a bright and sunny day, there was a soft breeze rustling the leaves on the oak tree. The birds were singing their songs. He looks up across the lush green fields and smiles when he sees them playing and screaming joyously and running away from their Irish Wolfhound, he sighs and looks down at the gravestone. He tells him about his year, about his daughters, his sister, and her family. Like he did every year. He was dead now for three years and life has gone on without him. His piercing blue gaze read the name again and he said four words

"thank you, old friend". With those words, he turned around and strode to his daughters, away from his butler, his loyal bodyguard, and his friend.

On the tombstone, it read

Butler

Loyal bodyguard and brother

A/N: I don't normally do sad one-shots but this kinda reflected my mood please review