Here I am with another story! I am trying to wrap up a few first, so I may not update this one very frequently right now. I just wanted to see how well received it would be. I couldn't get this idea out of my head, and I thought it would be amusing to read. I do have a huge favor to ask, though. Could you guys not jump ahead on me and speculate what's going to happen? It takes the fun out of surprises ;) Thanks very much :D

Chandler

It was another boring useless day. Chandler Bing was lying on his back in bed, dreading getting up. Dreading it because he knew Monica was going to be standing outside his door jogging on the spot waiting to holler at him about his flabby body. He couldn't take it anymore. Enough was enough. He was gonna tell her that he was done. He wasn't going to to it anymore. He got up, determined, but first, he had to pee really badly. He opened his bedroom door and walked over to the bathroom. A few minutes later, he came back out and noticed Joey sitting at the counter dressed to the nines in a suit and tie and looking a little depressed.

"You look like you're dressed for a funeral," Chandler laughed. He went to the fridge. "Who died?" He pulled on the door. Nothing happened. He tried again. Nothing.

"Did you glue the fridge door shut again? What did I tell you about that?" Chandler asked, still reefing on it. It wouldn't budge. He turned to face Joey, who was solemnly eating cereal.

"Helloooo!" Chandler shouted. "Am I invisible or something?!" He waved his arms and jumped up and down. Joey didn't budge. Scoffing to himself about the ignorance of some people, he went to get dressed. When he tried to pull on pants, they slid right back off.

"Okay," he muttered. "I know I'm a little fat, but since when did my clothes start hating me?" Then he noticed he was wearing his jogging outfit from yesterday.

"What the...?" When did that happen? He was sure he had been in a t-shirt and boxers when he got up.

"Hey, Joe," Chandler said. "Did I like, sleep in this last night?" No answer. "Joey!"

Still no answer.

"JOE!" Chandler yelled. Nothing. Chandler was starting to feel strange, very strange. The fridge wouldn't open and his clothes wouldn't go on, something was up. The door opened and Ross came in with Julie, and they were also dressed in black.

"Okay, w-w-who died?" Chandler stammered.

"Hey, man," Ross said to Joey.

"Hey," Joey replied.

"Oh sure," Chandler said sarcastically. "Talk to him why don't you. I'm standing right here! Hi, Ross!"

"You ready?" Ross asked. Joey sighed and pushed his bowl away.

"I'm definitely not ready for this," Joey answered. Ross patted his shoulder while Julie looked at him sympathetically.

"I know I've been short with you all lately, but you're being awfully rude," Chandler commented as Joey put on his coat and left with them. It couldn't be a coincidence that all three of them didn't see him. Curious, he went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Where he stood, there was nothing in the reflection.

"BAH!" he shouted, falling backwards and tripping over his own feet. He landed in a heap on the floor. He felt panicked. What was happening? He pulled himself up and peeked at the mirror again. Still no image in return.

"Okay," he started. "Okay, okay, okay. It's a prank. It's a huge joke. Joey and Ross are gonna so pick on me later for this." He stood up and patted his arms and face. They felt real to him. Then, he heard a scream come across the hall.

"Monica?!" he shouted, rushing to the door.

Monica

She wasn't at all surprised to see she had fallen asleep in her running clothes. Smart move on her part. It saved her time in the morning. If only Bing was more enthusiastic about it. She yawned as she got up and went to the kitchen. There, she found Rachel crying.

"Aw, sweetie? What happened? Did your date go bad?" Monica asked. Rachel didn't respond. "I know it's been hard seeing Ross with Julie, but I'm sure you'll get over it eventually. Maybe it wasn't meant to be." Taking Rachel's silence as agreement, she went to brush her teeth. That's when things started to get weird. She couldn't pick up the toothbrush. As hard as she tried, it wouldn't budge.

"Huh," she said. Then she shrugged. Whatever. It was too muggy in there from Rachel's shower anyway. She didn't even clean the mirror off. Monica huffed. Was it too much to ask?

"Hey, Rach," Ross' voice came to her. She left the bathroom before wiping the mirror down.

"Hey, bro!" Monica called. "Whoa, who died?" She laughed at her own joke. Her brother was dressed all in black, and that's when she noticed that so was Rachel.

"Guys?" she asked when they didn't answer.

"I just...I can't believe it," Rachel sniffed hard.

"I know," Ross said, touching her arm.

"We just saw them," Rachel went on.

"I know. Look, we have to do this, Rach. We have to. It's closure."

"I know," Rachel cried. She followed Rachel out the door. Monica stared after them. They acted like she wasn't even there. And who had died? Why didn't she know anything about it? She went to pick up the phone to call her mother when she realized that she couldn't even pick the phone up. It was all so weird. And the television was left on. Geez, how many times did she have to remind Rachel to turn it off before she left the apartment?! She went looking for the remote when the news came on.

"A tragic crime has left two people dead two days ago," the newscaster went on. "What started off as a simple run ended in a hit and run that has the police stumped."

"Maybe that's who died?" Monica mused.

"The victims, Monica Geller and Chandler Bing, were dead on scene..."

Wait, what?

"I'm dead?" Monica said out loud. She started to panic. "I'm dead?!" She raced to the bathroom and wiped off the mirror. There was no reflection looking back at her. She screamed.

Rachel & Ross

Rachel hated seeing Julie all pressed up against Ross. His sister was dead for God's sake. Couldn't she let him breathe? Joey was in the front, crying quietly. Rachel felt very bad for him. She knew how close he and Chandler had been. She reached across and squeezed his shoulder, letting him know she was there. She looked and saw that Ross was now crying too. Her throat burned. What were they going to do without Monica and Chandler?

Chandler & Monica

"Monica?!" Chandler's voice called as he burst into her apartment. "Are you all right?!"

"Chandler!" she gasped, rushing to him and clutching his arms. "We...we're..."

"I know," he said. "I just figured it out when I passed through the door without opening it."

"No reflection," she whimpered, pointing to the bathroom. "The news..." Her finger swiveled to the television. Chandler caught the tail end of it.

"We died on our run?" he asked. "Of all the ways to go, it had to be that? Really?"

"Chandler!" Monica shouted. "Is that really what you're focusing on here?!"

"I'm sorry! I just thought if I died, it would be surrounded by loved ones or in bed during sex," Chandler said. "Not out running."

"Yea, well, we don't all get to die the way we want," Monica said sarcastically. "What are we going to do? And why aren't we in heaven?!"

"I dunno," Chandler mused.

"It's because you have unfinished business," a woman's voice said.

"AAHHH!" both Monica and Chandler screamed. Chandler leaped into Monica's arms, making her stumble until they fell over backwards together.

"W-who are you?" Chandler asked.

"Nana?!" Monica asked, incredulous. The woman shuffled out of Rachel's bedroom.

"Yup, the one and only," Nana nodded. "You two make enough noise to wake the dead." She chuckled at her own joke.

"B-but, how?" Monica asked.

"Not too sure," Nana answered thoughtfully.

"Have you always been here?" Monica asked, feeling worried now.

"Oh yes," Nana winked. Monica blushed. Chandler watched as Nana sat down in his favorite chair.

"That's why I get shivers in that chair!" he exclaimed. He looked at Monica. "I told you..."

"You've been sitting on my dead Nana all this time?" Monica demanded.

"Hey, I didn't know that," Chandler said defensively.

"You two better hurry up or you'll miss your funeral," Nana said.

"What?" Monica asked.

"Oh yea. You get to watch."

"How to we get there?" Chandler asked. "A cab?"

"We're dead, Chandler," Monica huffed.

"You can fly," Nana said.

"Seriously?!" Chandler shouted. He fist pumped. "Yes!"

"May I remind you that we're dead?" Monica said angrily.

"Dead and flying," Chandler corrected. "Come on, let's go!"

The Funeral

"Could Ross be more of a crybaby right now?" Chandler muttered. They were sitting in the front row, watching.

"Chandler!" Monica hissed. "He just lost his sister and his best friend."

"Oh, right," Chandler nodded. "I keep forgetting that."

"This must be so hard," Monica said, twisting in her seat.

"It is. I'm stuck wearing spandex forever," Chandler moaned.

"You were the one who put it on," Monica snorted. "And that's not what I was referring to."

"Sure it wasn't," Chandler winked.

"Chandler!"

"Right, right. Sad people to watch."

Poor Joey broke down and couldn't continue. Rachel had to help him off the stage and back to his seat.

"God, this is brutal," Chandler said after Janice finished her bawling speech.

"I know," Monica agreed. She saw her parents and Dr. Richard Burke sitting together. "Hey, my eye doctor is here."

"Weird," Chandler snorted.

"Well, no. He's a family friend. And kind of cute I might add," Monica said, looking at Richard. "Too bad I'll never find out if that would go anywhere."

"The guy is a big tree," Chandler muttered. "And his mustache is too perfect." Phoebe walked by to say her speech, and she turned to look at them quickly.

"Whoa," Monica said. "Did you see that?!"

"Yea," Chandler said, getting excited. "If anyone could see us, it would be Phoebs."

"We'll have to talk to her after," Monica said. "Maybe she can tell us how to move on."

"I don't wanna move on," Chandler admitted.

"Why not?"

"I get to haunt Joey. That's like, the dream."

"Oh, Chandler."

"Like you don't want to haunt someone even just a little," Chandler taunted. Monica squirmed.

"Well, maybe," she agreed.

"I knew it!"

"Shhh!" Phoebe said suddenly, making them both jump. Phoebe glared at them before starting to talk.

"She can see us," Monica breathed. Maybe there was hope for them after all.

...

"Hey, Phoebs," Chandler said casually. Phoebe didn't turn around. They were at the reception now, and it was awkward being around so many people who did not notice you.

"Maybe it wore off?" Monica asked, confused.

"Or she's legit ignoring me," Chandler sighed. "That does happen."

"Phoebe!" Monica shouted. Phoebe flinched a little, but didn't respond.

"I think it comes and goes," Chandler mused.

"Well, let's hope we're there when it comes again," Monica muttered.

Phoebe & Joey

"Psst," Phoebe said, tugging on Joey's arm.

"What?" Joey asked, his mouth full from the food.

"They're here," she said.

"Who is?"

"Monica and Chandler," she insisted.

"No way," Joey argued.

"I can feel them," she urged. "I think I can even hear them a little bit."

"What are they saying?" Joey asked eagerly. Phoebe cocked her head.

"Something about spandex," she said. "And being hungry."

"That'd be Chandler," Joey nodded. "So, can you talk back to them?"

"I don't know. I'm not fully qualified as a medium," Phoebe answered. "I need to talk to my psychic."

Joey sneezed violently suddenly. Phoebe covered her mouth to stop from laughing as he started sneezing over and over again.

"What is happening?" Joey asked, his eyes watering from it.

"I don't know," Phoebe answered. Although, she had an idea.

Chandler & Monica

"Stop it!" Monica reprimanded him, grabbing his wrist.

"But it's fun," Chandler laughed. He had been slapping Joey across the face over and over again, and it turned out that when he did, Joey would sneeze. It was a game that would never get boring.

"It's mean," Monica pointed out.

"All right, I'll stop," Chandler sighed. "This sucks. I can't even eat at my own funeral." He looked around helplessly.

"I'm not even hungry," Monica said. "I guess Phoebe can't see us right now. Let's go back home."

"And do what?"

"I dunno. Talk to my Nana. There's some reason she's still around."

"Great. I get to talk to dead people," Chandler groaned.

"Hey, I'm dead too," Monica snapped. "I'm a little insulted by that comment."

"I know, but you're not ancient."

"Oh, thanks."

"Damn it!" Chandler said suddenly.

"What?"

"If my Dad's dad approaches me, you tell him I didn't do it," Chandler commanded.

"Didn't do what?"

"Dump his ashes out to hide my cigarettes and whiskey in his urn," Chandler answered sheepishly. Monica gaped at him.

"You did WHAT?!"

"I was sixteen! I was self-absorbed," Chandler said meekly. "Come to think of it, I had a really bad bout of asthma that summer..."

"Haha," Monica said. "He got you back already."

"We don't know that," Chandler argued.

"Oh, just come on," Monica said fiercely. They returned to her apartment where Nana was still sitting in her chair.

"Well?" she asked when they came in. Monica was still getting used to just walking through doors.

"It was weird," Monica admitted.

"Why are we still here?" Chandler asked.

"I told you, unfinished business," Nana shrugged.

"I can't think of any," Chandler said, looking at Monica.

"You'll have to figure it out or else be stuck here forever," Nana warned.

"What?" Monica asked, feeling afraid.

"I didn't, and I'm still here. That Rachel, she's a bit of a wild girl, eh?" Nana laughed gleefully. "I miss the Italian guy."

"Ew," Chandler said, gagging.

"How long do we have?!" Monica gasped.

"I don't know," Nana said thoughtfully.

"You mean, you might still have time left to figure it out, but you don't know?" Chandler demanded.

"It's possible. I like it here, though," Nana said. "It's my home."

"Chandler, we've got to figure out what our unfinished business is," Monica said, grabbing his arm.

"All right, all right," Chandler agreed. "But first, Nana? How do we eat?"

Joey & Rachel

"If you need anything, I'm here, okay?" Joey said to Rachel. She nodded tearfully and hugged him tightly.

"Thanks, Joe," she said. They went into their own apartments. Joey stood in his, and the silence was deafening. Oh how he wished for a sarcastic comment right about now. Instead, he was all alone. Life was going to be very different.