The church bells chime loudly four times, signalling to a large group of people that the wedding has come to an end and the formerly dressed couple can now leave the premises happily married. Toward the back of the field, Jordan can only just make out another bunch of people, they're crying hysterically while saying their goodbyes to a large fancy coffin as it's steadily lowered into the ground. Sighing as he turns to his left, he spots a vigilant black bird perched upon a stone nearby, squawking as it releases its faeces all over the 60-year-old gravestone and in doing so, decorates it with a runny white substance. Gulping down another large mouthful of his Stones Bitter, Jordan raises his can toward his best friend.
"Cheers pal, happy birthday."
Ben doesn't reply to Jordan, he can't physically reply because today, on his twentieth birthday, Ben lays six feet underground, complete with a large head stone and a few rotting flowers left by family members that have visited some time before today.
A tear trickles down Jordan's cheek as flash backs of the accident force their way through his reclusive mind.
Jordan made a fatal bet with Ben.
"Right lad, whoever reaches the Lion Inn first gets free beers throughout tonight and the loser, the loser buys them. Deal?"
"Alright, deal man!" Ben cheers unknowingly as he quickly climbs into his rusting Vauxhall.
Competing with his best friend, Jordan hops into his grey Saxon just as fast; slams shut the door while he strikes down on the accelerator and embarrassingly stalls the car, much to his buddy's delight. Ben takes advantage of the situation and alarmingly shoots off at high-speed, laughing loudly through his lowered tinted windows as he drives.
"Wanker," grins Jordan before hearing a horrifying loud screech from a car that's desperately breaking and next, the crunch of metal as it collides into something hefty at the end of the country road.
That naive bet and tragic road accident was the death of Ben. He lost his life in a rushed attempt to overtake a slow-moving elderly couple. Ben found himself failing to make it past the slow car and back over to the safety of his side of the road before he reluctantly took part in a deadly head on collision with a large white truck. Sadly Ben died at the horrific scene still buckled into his seat; he'd only been driving a week.
"See you soon," whispers Jordan once his haunting flashback ends.
Climbing back to his feet, Jordan breathes in deeply to try to compose himself. He then sympathetically spills the last of his Stones bitter upon Ben's grave before striding back toward the church yard gates and leaves the home of his best pal for another year.