So do you think Sherlock is stalking John or was he just standing around the cemetery thinking “Being dead being dead what does one do when you’re dead. Well I don’t know I’ve never been dead oh god I’m talking to myself now. *eyeroll* Oh god Mycroft that tombstone you bought me is so early 1800s quasi-colonial nouveau riche. I knew I should’ve left instructions. I mean burial at all is so—oh look it’s John and Mrs. Hudson! I knew they liked me! I’m going to hide behind this tree!