Ron Weasley's body now lies in the Ottery St. Catchpole church graveyard with a tombstone saying no more than:
R.I.P
Ronald Billius Weasley
1980-2002
None of the muggles knew much about the new arrival in the graveyard. All the Weasleys were burried there, all killed in some tragic accident. That was all they knew. The father had sometimes come into town for groceries, but he was a strange bloke and rumors of him were that he was touched in the head. None of the muggles mourned much, the Weasleys hadn't been very well known, but remembered vaguely for their kindness.
Hermione had to move out. The memories in hers and Ron's house were too painful to be reminded of. She was collecting trophies that she knew she would never look at again, for fear of the pain they would bring her. She looked down on their kitchen floor. It was clean now. Ron had been transported to a muggle graveyard that she had not yet visited. Hermione looked into the silverware drawer and saw the Mickey Mouse fork. Ever since Hermione had shown Ron what television was, he had loved cartoons, most of all, Disney. Hermione put that fork into a box, the box she was taking with her. Next to the fork basket was the spoon basket, in which lay the spoon that Ron had broken when serving ice cream. They had lived in this house for several months before they were married...before Ron was killed. Hermione looked at the drawer once more and saw several wooden chopsticks with which they had bewitched to karate chop each other. Hermione gave a dry sob and closed the drawer. She took down the curtains which Ron had closed before pushing her against them and kissing her fiercely. Hermione then walked out of the kitchen. She came to the living room, pushed to sofa over and saw what she was looking for. A plastic green ring with the figure of Peter Pan on it. He was, after Mickey, Ron's favorite Disney character. Hermione righted the sofa and fell down on it. She would have to take that with her aswell. That was the sofa that still smelled like Ron, the sofa on which she had gotten pregnant...Hermione ran out of the room. This was too much for her to handle, she couldn't do it. Hermione ran towards the woods. Why hadn't she proposed to get drinks? She had now lost all of her closest friends, Harry, Ginny, Neville, Luna and her husband, Ron. She wondered whether she would ever get over the death. Most likely not. She wondered if Harry had ever experienced such pain as she did when Sirius died. No, he couldn't have. Hermione had lost not only a friend, but also love...she was all alone.