Funeral for a friend

It was just a normal day in that small town, there was traffic, school etc.. But the cold air of the morning was heavy and foggy, there was sadness floatting above our heads. In my morning walk, while passing by the cemitery i reallysed why: There was a funeral, but, just a plain normal funeral noone that important. I came in and watched the whole thing.
After the cerimony everyone was sorrunding the coffin, I peered through and saw sumthing that gave me shivers: a young death-pale blonde boy laying on the coffin and besides him two little boys looking just like him standing. I deduced they were triplets and i felt a weight on my chest poor guys they must feel terrible. First thing i know they were next to me introducing themselves: Jeremy and Jack.
Besides the sadness of their brother's funeral they quickly got happy and we became friends quite easily. Jack was still akwardly quiet, barely speaking. Once in a while he'd came and talk to me alone asking me what was beyond death. I told him in what i believed, that we'd go to somewhere just like our world but better, with no hunger, wars, or pain and he would just smile and hold my hand tightly. One day I got surprised by his other question.
"Would you go to that place with me?"- I didn't know what to say i felt that weight on my chest again but before i said sumthing he spoke- "Please come with me if I go, I would miss you a lot"
And so i promissed him that'd I'd go with him whereever he'd go. We became even more friends and I could tell Jeremy was actually happy for us.
But one day, when I arrived to the place we'd planned to get together Jack wasn't there and Jeremy was really sad. I asked him where was Jack and he said.
"It just came and took him with it"
"What did take Jack away?"- Jeremy started running towards the cemetery and when we arrived he stopped and looked at me crying.
"Death took him.."
"Jack's dead?"- I was shocked how could it be?
"He always was"- Jeremy pointed towards the tombstone where they were standing when i first saw him. I read it carefully 'Here rests Jack Smith may he stay in peace' I looked horrifyed to Jeremy that was still crying.
"Why did he had to go and you stayed here?!"- He shouted to me "Why?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
"How came death never came to pick your soul up? why doyou still wonder here?"
"What are you saying? Do you want me dead?"
"You're already dead"- I froze and then I looked to where Jeremy was standing. That tombstone, was my tombstone. Then I realized why did Jack asked me that so many times, he knew we were dead and just waiting for Death to come pick our souls up.
Then, I felt a shiver the air turned cold and there was a black out. Death had picked me up.