Rainbow and Blaze stood at the last resting place of Remedy in the graveyard of Canterlot. It was the last place most ponies in the city grounds were put to rest when their time has come, but it also housed celebrities, including Remedy. Her grave was made from rectangle-cut black marble, a grey-scale picture of her face and rose cutie mark were marked into it, every last detail included. It looked absolutely spectacular yet sad. Strike and Blaze both knew they would never see her face again in the flesh, only on the marble that it was no carved into.
Strike looked down at her face, touching a hoof to it, tracing the outline of her mane on it as a tear rolled down his cheek. She was the most beautiful mare he had ever seen and he couldn't even describe how lucky he felt to have her as a part of his life. She changed him, taught him how to love and won her heart. He looked down at the words carved into the marble, just next to the carvings of her face and cutie mark. They read,
Here Lies Remedy
A mare of many talents and loved by all of Equestria
Murdered June the 20th.
Blaze came next to Strike, taking off his black Stetson and placing it on top of he grave, sitting next to Strike as he moved away. The two held each other softly as they mourned the loss of their friend, but for Strike, it was more than his friend - Remedy was his best friend, his life and soul-mate, his fiancé. One of the hardest things he has had to do is during this day, the time he says goodbye to his love forever.
''She was a beautiful lady, Strike. You don't know how lucky you were to of had somepony like her in ya life.'' Blaze comforted his best friend, bringing a weak smile to his lips. Strike didn't look up, though. Even at Blaze's touch, he just continued to caress the image of Remedy, his emotions clear as crystals through his eyes. Blaze couldn't really blame him for how he felt. What was done was dreadful and he only felt guilty for not being there when it happened, only at the last minute learning that he had just lost a very dear friend.
It was raining a little as the hour progressed but neither of the two friends cared much about the weather at this point. They had long grown cold, the only source of heat being their body heat as they sat closely together. When Blaze sat up, he picked Strike from his rump, seeing his discomfort. Beside the gravestone sat his guitar in it's bag, barely a little wet from the rain, with thanks from it's water-proof material. Strike took it from the bag, holding it in his hooves as he looked at it. The last thing he did before both decided to leave was play a song of the past - one of their favourite pieces of music, yet rather fitting for this moment.