The Evening Stew writer, AlexJazz133 here.
The Evening stew Journalist, Trickyboy21 here.

tricky: We took the boat down to the old island and..well, my good friend, the miner from our first episode is dead. from the story on my account. It was originally just..nevermind. He's dead now, and my writer and I are to investigate this all. So this all started when the miner's predictions of the cave sounds were herobrine's. Later on a journalist of ours was killed. then his writer. Now we find that the miner is dead, and it must be herobrines work. We know it.
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Tricky: So..Where's the service being held?
Bartender: Nearby, in the crevasse he made for the other miners that started off to join in on the mineral assessments. They'll be carrying him down the steps, and then leaving his casket in a diamond and gold ore encrusted cavern. It's what he deserved. The casket, the miners had made him is from lapis lazuli. it's beautiful.
Tricky: Thank you. when will this happen?
Bartender: When it's nightfall. We called in that there be torchlight, and the other's who didn't know about him built walls. No disruptions, just darkened, low level light bliss of the mines. Redstone torches and nothing more.
Tricky: It's best for him i give them these then.
Bartender: What?
Tricky: My redstone engineering quality torches. custom made by me to operate in pure darkness forever.
Bartender: Exquisite. He'd have loved them.
Tricky: The detective?
Bartender: He has departed since our last time we saw you.
Alex: The interview..
Tricky: Yes. where?
Bartender: The big city across the ocean.
Tricky: Hm. He moved up.
Bartender: Yes.
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*all are dressed black clad, except miners, wearing their ragged clothing and wielding pickaxes, as well as tricky, donning his engineering finest, holding a redstone torch*

*the coffin is later laid deep down in the mines, surrounded by diamond and gold, a beautiful setting for the lapis to contribute to*

Tricky: He lived a good life.
Alex: I'm glad i met him.
Tricky: So sad, such pure of heart people go unnoticed by most of society.
Alex: Yes, it is a tragedy.
Tricky: If only..
Alex: If only..
*the two depart, halfheartedly, to the dock, and out towards home*
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Everyone, we will be breaking off this for quite a while. about 1 day. We need some time..