My Name is Jeremy Scholz. I've been a musician/entertainer all my life. It's all I know, it's all I do. I spend most of my time traveling around the Eastern Seaboard playing random gigs for some quick cash. I try not to stay in one place for too long as I've become used to wandering... at least until last year. I met the most breathtaking woman on the road to my next gig. She is smart, funny, and brave. It was love at first sight for the two of us. We were inseparable. She travels the country with me and is always in the front row at my shows. After some time we decided to get married. She is the only one for me and I haven't felt this alive since meeting her. During the ceremony I played her a song I wrote that quickly became a nightly routine. Before bed I would play her our song and she would slowly nod off to sleep.
Married life was good! She continued to support me and my music. She would still be my cheerleader in the front row for every show. I was becoming a bigger deal in a few cities that I played. All was right in the world.
Being a traveling musician, I had to go to some pretty odd places. Some locations were sketchier than others, but this one on the outskirts of a small town in NY was extra off-putting. The gig went great, but on our way home we ran into some drunks. Thinking they were no harm being drunk we tried to ignore them, until one of them got a little bit too close. They tried to rob us. As things then escalated I told my wife to run and call the police while I used my guitar as a club to try and fend off these men. The next thing I know, I'm in a hospital bed. The doctor walks in and tells us that I had been shot in the alley that night. My poor wife. She hasn't stopped crying since.
Things went downhill from there. On our way home my wife would not talk to me. She just became silent and closed off. She wouldn't eat or sleep. Our bed didn't even feel the same. The next few weeks after we got home I noticed my wife sneaking off in the middle of the day to go somewhere. When I tried to bring it up she was just silent. She was making me feel like this was all my fault!
I even tried playing our song to her. Every night. But as soon as I started, she would just break down and cry. Nothing feels the same anymore. I live in this house and its beginning to feel like I'm not even there.
I decided that I'd had enough. Around the same time each day my wife would continue to sneak off. So I followed her. Who was she meeting? Why won't she just talk to me? What did I do wrong? And why the hell is she bringing MY guitar. All these questions stirred in my head as I followed her down this winding path that lead out into an open field of gravestones. She walked over to one that looked pretty fresh and collapsed beside it. As I crept up beside her, she started to play our song. I gave her a great big hug and turned toward the gravestone... beside it was an autopsy report from the hospital.
Jeremy Scholz
October 12th 1986 - June 30th 2021
So Dearly Loved
Jeremy Scholz Cause of Death: ..."Brought into hospital with multiple bullet wounds. Later succumbed to his injures."
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