 Year 2056. Dewberch Jewish Temple, approximately 20 miles from site 17. He inspired me to start sucking dick, sobbed at Draven Kondraki in the front pew of the funeral service. His boyfriend reached out a hand and patted his leg comfortingly, nodding solemnly in response to the sentiment. He could confirm that the child of the deceased was an incredible bottom. He was so good at breathing. And Alto Clef, tearfully from beside them, the staffers around the widow were nodded. Benjamin Kondraki had been good at breathing. One seep punched me in the face for the last doughnut, cried the newly appointed director Moose. Jesus Christ, I'm going to miss him so much. This is a Jewish service, Tilda. Director Bright whispered in her ear from the preceding pew, as if to clarify, Dr. Wright's elbowed him sharply in the ribs in response. As the rabbi finished the sermon and walked to the casket, the small group of assembled family and friends fell silent. Some final words were said, something about the power of love and God, and then called the pallbearers up to the altar, intending to carry the casket to the small cemetery outside. Solemnly, the attending began to close the lid. There was a brief moment of confusion among the occupants of the temple at the sound. Plastic and rough. The casket lid would not close. It was held aloft by an empty two-liter pop bottle affixed to the penis of the deceased. The med team couldn't get it off, wailed Draven. Fifty-five-year-old foundation director Benjamin Kondraki awoke from the very specific but not quite unlikely nightmare in a cold sweat in his home in the present day, very much alive, with four hours to his shift. Fumbling for the switch, he turned on his lamp and yanked up his boxers to double check. All that remained of the incident was a bag of frozen peas to numb the soreness. He breathed the sigh of relief. The newly purchased Tenga egg pocketpussy on his nightstand lost its balance and fell to the floor with a sad and lonely thud. Site 42 is able to continue broadcasting and move up to live-action SCP film adaptations due to the support of viewers, subscribers, and especially our patrons. Special shout-out to our Site director-level patron, Andre Beichert.