A/N – I'd just like to thank I'll Cover Angel and Collins for this idea (:

Mark POV

I sat on the couch as I read the paper, sipping coffee softly.

I see Roger in the corner of my eye sit in the reclining chair.

"Mark." He said seriously, getting my attention.

I put my paper down. "Hmm?"

"When I die… Make my funeral a good one okay?"

"Rog. We don't need to talk about that." I mumbled.

"Yeah. We do." He stated. "I want to talk about this before I die. I need you to know what I want. Okay?"

I nodded, putting my coffee down as well.

"Make sure its outside. Church's are boring and depressing. I don't want a picture of a guy being nailed to a cross above me. He might steal my thunder." He pondered.

I smirked slightly. Of course Roger would think that.

"Closed casket." He continued. "I wont be able to make my hair sexy if I'm dead."

"There are people that do your hair for you." I explained.

"They'll do it wrong." He stated as if it were a fact.

He was silent for a moment. "And I want flowers! Roses. YELLOW roses!" He said excitedly.

"Yellow Rog? Really?" I chuckled.

"You got a better idea Cohen?" He challenged.

"I'm more of a fan of daisies myself."

"…That's because you're queer."

"I think you're thinking of Collins." I said as we chuckled.

"Yellow roses." He said again.

I nodded.

"And I don't want some cheap ass gravestone either. I want one of those huge, shiny ones. And make it simple on it. Just my first name in giant letters. ROGER." He smiled.

I stifled a laugh as he rambled.

"And don't get some old guy to say all that crap they do. I want someone with a cool voice. OHH. I WANT THE GUY WHO PLAYED MUFASA!"

"James Earl Jones? That might be a tough one Rog."

"Yeah. Fine. Be that way. If you can't get him then get a chick with huge tits."

"Rog... Can we not talk about this?" I looked at my lap.

"Mark. We gotta. I'm gonna die. Sooner rather than later. I want you to know this so you can make it the best damn funeral I'm ever gonna have."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

"Mark." He said seriously. "In all seriousness… bury me next to Mimi ok? I miss her. I wanna be with her." He looked at me, his eyes threatening to spill tears.

I nodded again. God. Why is he making me talk about this?

"And Mark. Bury my guitar with me. I wanna be able to play it when I see Mimi. Maybe bring some music to the skies." He smiled.

I looked up at him silently.

"Yeah. I can be deep." He broke the tension.

We chuckled awkwardly, moving on from the dreaded conversation.

"So. We need some more Cap'n Crunch." Roger said.

Roger POV

--- 3 months later ---

I never would have thought that three months ago, when I was describing my funeral, I would be the one planning Mark's.

I slept with his scarf last night.

Yeah. I'll admit it. I sniffed his scarf in my sleep. 'Cause it smells like him.

"Rog?" Collins tear filled voice called to me. I looked up, sniffling. "We're picking out flowers for the funeral." His voice cracked a bit. "Pink or red roses?"

I chuckled sadly. "Neither. He'd prefer daisies."

A/N - Yeah. It's short. Suck it up. (: