A/N: Another random Idea. Don't know where they keeps coming from.
Disclaimer: I do not own BTVS or any of the characters.
Grave Matters
"When I pass, I wasn't one of those tall, obelisk ones."
"I'm more partial to the short, flat ones myself."
"Guys, I died twice, remember? Would it kill you to stop talking about tombstones?"
"Hey Xander, Buffy made a pun and she wasn't even in slayer mode." Willow chuckled, nudging her friend in the arm.
"That's our Buffster, the after life of the party." Xander added, which earned him a glare form the slayer in question.
"Come on, it was a joke." He amended, trying his best to soften the deadly cold of her stare. "I just mean, you lucked out. I would kill for my tombstone to say something half as cool as yours. Buffy Anne Summers: She saved the world a lot."
"Whose idea was that, anyway?" Buffy asked, thinking back to when she dug her way out of her coffin, and stared hazily at the marble carved words for the first time.
"Spike's." Willow replied, thinking back. "No one really wanted to argue with him, what with the him begin distraught over losing his one true lust and all."
Buffy and Xander rolled their eyes.
"Must we talk about Spike?" Xander cut in. "How about we make a pact instead? You both live until after I die so I can get the guarantee of a good grave too."
"Of course," Buffy nodded. "Yours will read Xander Harris: He who clocked more field time than the Watcher's Council combined."
"Awesome!" Xander pumped his fist in the air. "And Will's can say Willow Rosenberg: She cast a lot of spells; a lot of witch went wrong. Witch went wrong. Get it?"
"Shut it, Xander." The girls chorused.
"Zipping lips."