The funeral service.

It is time for the funeral service for the banshee, since I am in Computer Lit class and have nothing better to do.
Oh dear banshee, why did you have to die? You were a good banshee... you always did your job of watching over Gamebanshee and making sure that no hacker could enter through your guard post. You always ate your vegetables, even if they fell right through you, and made the pissboys clean up the mess... and your music at night spooked the spammers away.
we will all miss you, dear Banshee...
...even though you were a wraith. Farewell dear banshee.
I must be really bored...

cookies.