Heya folks. This is a scene that I was considering putting in, but didn't quite make the final draft. The song belongs to, you guessed it, that Monty Python guy.

Here's the deleted scene!

Seriously, a deleted scene in a fanfic of all things. How low have I sunk?

Ah well. Enjoy!

NOW REVIEW IT!

Barbariccia wrapped her arm around the depressed zombie's arm. "Come on..." she said. "Just smile... Just a little bit..." she pleaded. "Lord Golbez is waiting for us."

Scarmiglione sighed. "I sssaid I'm not in the mood," he said. "I'm going back to the tower with you, so jussst ssstop bugging me."

"No!" the wind fiend shouted. "You're not going back home until you feel better!"

"I feel fine, okay?" Scarmiglione replied. "Sheesh..."

"Don't lie to me," Barbariccia growled. "If you don't smile right now... I'm going to sing."

Scarmiglione blinked. "You're gonna do what?"

"I'm going to sing!" Barbariccia said.

"You can sing?" asked Scarmiglione.

"Are you implying I can't sing?" Barbariccia asked.

"No, no!" Scarmiglione said. "I just can't imagine you singing... You've never sung before."

Barbariccia shook her head. "Okay, you're asking for it!" She cleared her throat and began. "Some things in life are bad. They can really make you mad. Other things jusst make you swaer and curse. When you're chewing on life's gristle, don't grumble - give a whistle-!"

"How?" asked Scarmiglione. "I don't have any lips..."

Barbariccia slapped his arm before continuing. "And this'll help things turn out for the best. Always look on the bright side of life," she sang, forcing the zombie to pick himself off the ground. "Always look on the light side of life. When life seems jolly rotten, there's something you've forgotten! And that's to laugh, and smile, and dance, and sing! When you're feeling in the dumps, don't be silly, chump! Just purse your lips and whistle, that's thing!"

"No lips!" Scarmiglione repeated. "I have no lips!"

Barbariccia ignored him. "And always look on the bright side of life! Always look on the right side of life!"

Scarmiglione sighed. "Got any lyrics for the living dead?" he asked, hopefully.

"I'm getting there," Barbariccia replied. "For life is quite absurd, and death's the final word, you must always face the curtain with a bow." She gave a curtsey, just for show. "Forget about your sin, give the audience a grin. Enjoy it - it's your last chance, anyhow! So always look on the bright of death! Ah, just before you draw your terminal breath! Life's a piece of shit-!"

"Language!" reminded Scarmiglione.

"- when you look at it," Barbariccia continued, rolling her eyes. "Life's a laugh, and death's a joke, it's true. You'll see it's all a show, keep 'em laughing as you go, just remember that the last laugh is on you! And, always look on the bright side of life! Oh, always look on the right side of life!"

Before she could sing anymore, Scarmiglione cut her off. "Okay, okay, I get it! Sheesh..."

"No, no, now you've gotten me started!" Barbariccia said. "You're gonna get more now!"

Scarmiglione smiled. "I'm smiling! You've cheered me up! Let's just go home!"

Barbariccia nodded. "Okay then. See, was that so hard?" she asked, as the two walked off.

Scarmiglione sighed. "You have no idea..."

After a brief period of silence, Barbariccia got bored and started singing again. "Always look on the bright side of life!"

"Okay, if you have to sing, can you sing something else?" asked Scarmiglione.

Barbariccia nodded. "Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality..."

Scarmiglione turned and began to run away. "HELP!"

Laughing, Barbariccia followed. "Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see!"