This was an art challenge someone made at me. They gave me a vehicle... a hearse, more specifically... and said "Make a transformer"

Thus Tombstone was born.

And his story:

Tombstone was never a fan of the War. Who could be after hauling the deactivated and sparkless corpses of your comrades away? Tombstone knows more than anyone the cost of the war... Friends, compatriots.. Tombstone has seen them all. Both alive and dead.

Though despite constantly being surrounded by death, he refuses to lose site of what these bots and creatures fight for... freedom. Some day he hopes to only have to care for those who's death was not premature... those that had lived a long and happy life. Until then... He will continue to say the first farewell to his comrades as he carries them away from the battlefield... It's not the most glamorous job, but... Tombstone has come to terms with it. For now.