The Force Of Fate (Private/Plot/Daiko/Oliver)

Clyde walked around the town hearing his funeral was being held in the park. He stood by the gates to the graveyard and looked at everyone surrounding a coffin. He had his hood up and the sunlight made sure his face was completely shadowed out. He would be hard to see unless up close. He takes a close look at the coffin to see his name is large, black letters.
"So this is what the master said by I am dead to everyone."
Clyde smirked as he whispered this.

Oliver was standing by Clyde's funeral box. Although he didn't really know Clyde very well, or much at all, he still thought it would be right to pay his respects to him, although most of the people who came up to speak either had girls all over them, looked like homosexual bikers, or, in the most cases, bragged about MTG decks. "... I still have no idea what this Clyde was like..." He mumbled, as the speaker rambled on about his counter deck.