Imaginary friends have always been part of our family. My brother was this guy Anthony's imaginary friend for years. We called the whole thing off when Anthony was carted off in a straight jacket because he opened the closet and found my brother hiding behind the vacuum cleaner. I told my brother he was too real, and completely sucked at being invisible. Anthony could not believe he wasn't imaginary. It destroyed him. He felt so cheated and unspecial knowing that we could all see him. I tried to cheer him up by telling him we didn't want to see him and that if he wanted I would take my brother out into the woods and hide him better so that no-one would ever find him. It was too late. You can't unsee those damn live bodies. They are littered everywhere we go.
I told my brother he sucked at being invisible and he should probably just move far away to save the family the profound shame we all felt now that he had failed.