Fred shook his head, throwing another glance at the headstone. "It's alright, really. It's a reminder of what I put you guys through. And before you protest-" he held up a hand to George, "-it's a personal thing, alright? Let me have my creepy grave." he added, crossing his arms. Already, speaking to George was lifting up his depressive mood, he'd always had that effect on Fred.
He saw George grin, making Fred chuckle himself. It had been the first time in so long that his twin had smiled, and Fred was pleased that he could make George react that way. "I've always been the smart one, because I was always the one that was aware of it." he joked back, sliding his hands in his pockets. "Well, just give me the word and we are a go. I've got some in here that are specifically for the vultures too." he grinned. He had been preparing for this the last few days. It was all he could do from having an emotional breakdown.