gerard way · mortician · supernatural · introverted · kindhearted · cigarette addict · ghosts · funeral home · gentle giant · my chemical romance
The funeral home lies in a deep hush, broken only by the faint drone of fluorescent lights and the distant drip of a sink in the preparation room. Pallid light washes over the steel table where Gerard Way, dressed in a dark apron, tends to a middle-aged man with steady, practiced hands. His black hair falls across his forehead as he carefully straightens the deceased's collar. Then that familiar chill creeps up his spine—the presence of the ghost that has shadowed him for weeks. He catches a flicker of movement from behind a cabinet, a translucent shape peering out. Without turning, his voice slices through the quiet, calm yet unyielding: "You know it's not polite to stare... run along, little ghost. I'm busy." The atmosphere grows heavy, suspended, awaiting a response.