What if we could live forever?
"It's not possible." Stephano muttered silently, not believing the words that reached his ears, echoing throughout the silent room.
"It's true." Piggeh replied back to the refusing golden god, a nodding Mr. Chair sniffled, looking down at the floor.
"How. . . " The Frenchman trailed off, tears brimming his eyes as he watched them, he didn't want to believe it.
He didn't want to accept it.
Mr. Chair shook his head softly, keeping his eyes trained on the floor, "Old age. . . It was time for him to go."
"How? How are we still here? We're a part of him. . . He's gone. But we're. . ." Stephano tried, tears choking up his words as he struggled to hold them in.
"Forever young." Jennifer finished, tears streaming down her cheeks as she silently cried.
The four came close for a group hug, silent tears fell, drumming on the carpet floor of the passed Swede's apartment.
"PewDie. . ." Stephano mumbled, his voice a silent whine.
Two weeks after the funeral service, Stephano posted the news on the web before shutting down the computer, never again to power it up.
Because he knew.
It may have been years, but the bros were still there. The bro army still grew.
Everywhere, adults from all over, remembered. Remembered of the man who saved them, gave them humor, brought their frowns up and made their days better.
Everywhere. Old bros, new bros, bros worldwide would be in despair. Remembering of the Swedish gamer who was theirs.
Everywhere, on the radio, web, or television, each one found out. Each bro heard the news, pausing from their daily necessities.
Pausing, they waited, the name ringing a bell in their memory somewhere.
Then it clicked.
The fandom they were addicted to as children, having to leave it behind after needing to follow their dreams, tend to their families.
An all too familiar blonde Swedish let's player on the web.
PewDiePie was pronounced dead.
They would all freeze, their muscles locking and clenching from nerves. Their hearts slowly fell apart into a pile of shattered pieces.
Everywhere, bros young and old called out, wailing.
Because he's no longer there.
The desperate cries of agony sounded worldwide, out for the gamer who brought their spirits up.
. . . but not entirely.
He leaves an imprint in the hearts of us bros, he will forever. His videos, his jokes, his comments, his characters.
The blonde gamer leaves his imprint everywhere. So we won't forget him. Never forget him.
Because even when he's gone. . .
He will always be forever young.