AU: Please don't take this the wrong way. I want to do this to remember Cory, not try to get rates from this incident. I want to take a moment and remember him for who he was; a kind, wonderful man and a loyal friend. We all loved him and will always love him. R.I.P Cory. This will my the POV of the show, not the real cast because I feel they don't need to be bothered any further, so instead I chose to do what I feel would be an appropriate scene for the first episode that will come up.
It was hot that day. It was the first day for weeks that the weather had chosen to hold off on the rain, at least for the time being. In Lima, Ohio, you could see a group of people gathering in a churchyard. They were silent save for a few sobs and quiet greetings among the few that hadn't seen each other in a while. They were there to mourn the loss of one boy, a recent graduate of McKinley High. Upon closer observation you'd see a taller boy sobbing into a shorter curly haired boys neck, shaking and gutted by the loss of his stepbrother. You'd see a short older woman in the arms of a larger man her age, rubbing her back and trying to provide some kind of comfort even though she'd just lost her son. You'd see friends gathering, grouping together of course, the glee club kids in one place, football players in the other, safe for a blonde haired boy and a bespectacled boy in a wheel chair. Listen closer and look just a bit further, and you'd see a short brunette girl. She'd be dressed in black, sobbing on a casket, even beautiful in this moment of sheer mourning, and you'd finally see a picture, a memorial if you will, of a handsome young man with short dark black hair, large chocolate colored eyes, and a kind lopsided smile. And when you'd put all this together, you'd understand. Understand that on that day, people were grieving the loss of a brother, a friend, a son, a fiancé, a teacher, and a martyr. And you would see the pain on their faces and realize how important that young man had been. Your heart would break as you watched his fiancé kiss the casket one last time before they lowered it down, cry with his brother when he and his own fiancé would lay roses on the ground once the hole was filled, and you'd try to look away and be unable to when his mother fell to her knees. In one short glimpse, you would have understood the life of Finn Hudson.