"So are wewe really another ghost?" asked Skipper. "No, that sounds too vague," alisema William. "You obviously have experience with the dead?" asked Skipper. "Well, there's these marvelous tales of life after death where wewe see a white light, go to heaven au hell, au be a ghost, au even rebirthing as something else, but it's these tales that I can say, they are merely just," alisema William. "How can I know I'm really dead? In that coffin? And not just having a near death experience?" asked Skipper. "You'll learn soon that wewe are dead, only time will tell, but at least wewe get it good, some ghosts are evil and vile demons that destroy the world and possess innocent people and kill them, and then violently rip out their g-" alisema William. "No zaidi about demons, how about the good ghosts?" asked Skipper. "Good ghosts get everything better, but since they're dead, they cannot eat, for chakula turns to ash in their mouths, and water turns to oil to their tastes, so they cannot eat au drink, they can fall asleep au even pick up things, but they can't make sounds, that takes the power of a poltergeist spirit," alisema William. "Anything more?" asked Skipper.
The service was ready, Private did his best to make Skipper look good, although he was very good at embalming Skipper, he resisted the urge to use his skills to fully preserve him to be seen fresh for ages to come, but he was bad at making Skipper's bow tie straight, the giant tire mark on Skipper's gutted gory body didn't make anything better. They had nothing else to use except for a baridi that they found to put Skipper's body in it, and they aliiba a cheap "Gravestone" from a Party City to use as Skipper's headstone, Kowalski scrawled out words of remembrance and respect on the gravestone, and stuck it down. Everyone at the zoo watched, Julien however, was laughing, he didn't believe that "death" was a serious thing, and neither did the giant tire mark make Skipper's dead body anymore serious to him. So he and the lemurs were kicked out of the service, they gave Skipper's grave the only things he had in his bunk, a frying pan and 4 batteries. Kowalski got up onto a makeshift podium (the only decent looking thing at the funeral) and began his speech. "Skipper, we will never forget you, ever, wewe were the best leader any team could ever have, and a great commander, we will miss you."
After William finished his story, Skipper applauded him for his excellent speaking. "Where do wewe get poetic words like those soldier?" asked Skipper. "Nowhere wewe need to know, I do know another tale, the tale of sacrifice, one that is so sad, even the darkest, most selfish heart, would warm up and brighten," alisema William. "What is it about zaidi generally?" asked Skipper. "One who sacrifices himself to get his love," alisema William. "Sounds fair enough, wewe can begin," alisema Skipper. "Once on a distant land a man, yes, a man, had lived his life with his lover, 'Johanna,' he said, 'We're always together for eternity right?' he asked. Johanna answered back with a bright smile. 'No matter what happens love, I'm there for you,' she answered. For she was right of course, they lived happily for a long time, but it was one day, they were old and feeble, Johanna was watching the chickens, she had tossed their mahindi, nafaka kernels to let them feed each and all. She went down the kilima of their farm and went to fetch the water to boil the hen's eggs to make her husband breakfast, when she Lost her footing and fell, it wasn't the small hills wewe think of, it was a very steep hill, the one that could kill wewe with one slip, when she hit the ground, she immediately died." alisema William.
"No, this story can't end now as it is!! Already this is softening me up a bit!!" yelled Skipper. "The story doesn't end there, her husband found her body, he wept out and screamed a curse to the sky, but crying didn't bring Johanna back, instead he intently followed his path, to bring her back at any cost. He shouted to the heavens screaming 'What must I do?!" then the sky remained quiet, but he saw a glint, it was his shotgun on a tree, right where he put it to protect his wife, it was now there to onyesha how little he had left, he then hatched up an idea, he didn't have to bring her back, he could either songesha on without her, but he didn't want to wait, he took his shotgun and looked at it intently, and then-" alisema William. "He shot himself?! Agh!! This story sucks!!" yelled Skipper. "No, he slammed it to the ground, and he trudged on to find a way to cope with the loss, he then looked at the farm's horse, his only horse, the one he had loved and it had loved him back, but could a horse really give the same amount of upendo his wife had aliyopewa him? He looked at his pistol now, then at the horse, then he looked at the sky, he aimed the pistol at the horse's shoulder, one bullet, all it took to take the horse's life, he cried for several dakika and thought it was all in vain, but when the horse fell and died, he heard a voice in the kitchen, for Johanna had come back, and was cooking, at the same stove she had been at before she went to get water." alisema William