-1"Anyone else like to say a few words?" the man at the front asked all in attendance to the funeral.
"Me," said George, surprising everyone. He walked to the front of the room.
"First of all, I'd like to say, that just because the Weasley twins legacy is over, doesn't mean mine is. Fred and George is over, but George is just beginning. Don't think you're safe from any pranks now, because you aren't. Your wand may suddenly turn into something odd, you may still find an Exploding Snap card in your dinner, and Percy will still get the same amount of hell, if not more. I figured Fred and all of you needed to be assured of this.
Secondly, it does feel horrible to lose my brother, twin, partner, best friend, the other part of me. But I won't be depressed. Cuz Fred wouldn't want me to be.
Last of all, and most important, Fred wouldn't want to be buried. He'd hate it. And with no huge exit? This funeral isn't getting very memorable, is it? Not a Fred-like funeral at all."
As he paused, everyone tensed up.
"So here, to my late twin!" before anyone knew what was happening, Fred's coffin had exploded into a million pieces, burned by Weasley's Wizbangs. Magical fireworks, muggles.
George smiled as he walked away, leaving behind the panic and chaos he had just put on that funeral. He laughed to himself as he saw everyone out of the corner of his eyes, screaming and brushing rubble off their clothes.
"Nice one, your holiness," Fred grinned.