Rhiannon Davies "Rhia" (his sister) and Gwen Cooper (his coworker at Torchwood) together arranged Ianto Jones's funeral. It was held two weeks after his death in a beautiful old church at the center of Cardiff city. Gwen made a point to tell Jack the date and the place numerous times, but he would never give her a straight answer, making excuses but never quite saying no.
When the day finally came for the funeral, Gwen was still holding out hope that Jack would turn up. All day she waited, watching the door and every time it opened, she'd tense up with anticipation, but every time it was just another face she didn't recognize. Jack didn't come. After the day of viewing, Gwen stayed with Rhia and Johnny as they closed Ianto's casket for the final time to prepare for his burial in the morning.
Rhia, Johnny, and their children were seated in the front row as the minister spoke about a man he'd never met like he'd known him all his life. Gwen and Rhys were just behind them with a few others they'd met once or twice. When the funeral was over and Ianto's body was buried, Gwen and Rhys stayed behind with Rhia and Johnny for a while just to talk. They thought it only fair that Rhia know what her brother had done just before he died. How he and Jack had been there in the room with the 456 and how they died, because they stood up for what was right.
Only one person in that house knew what was really happening and she somehow managed to keep it to herself for the next year.
What Ianto never told anyone at Torchwood, not even Jack, with whom he'd shared everything, was that years and years ago while working for Torchwood One in London, Ianto had had a very close encounter with a time rift. The same time rift that had opened the portal through which the Doctor lost his Rose the first time. Ianto had inhaled at just the wrong time. Something that at the moment seemed a very bad idea. You see, Ianto had inhaled some of the rift, some of the very time vortex into his lungs that day. What Ianto himself didn't even realize was the long-lasting effects of this mistake in timing.
Ianto lay dead, surround by the bodies of all the others who had perished at Thames House. Days later his body lay in a freezer vault within MI5, waiting to be released to his sister. Days later still his body lay in a casket inside a prestigious old church in the city of Cardiff. Ianto sat up with a gasp. He let out his breath with a long sigh, frightened at first. He looked around. It took him a moment to figure out where he was and why he was there.
"A funeral," he said to himself looking around. "My funeral," he said looking down at his suit and the wooden casket he was lying in. "But how?"
"I can explain," came a voice Ianto didn't recognize. It was a young man; he was standing near the stairwell in the front of the church, not far from where Ianto lay. "But I don't think now is either the time or place." The man came over to Ianto and helped him down from the casket. When he got closer, Ianto could see that his eyes seemed older than his body would say.
Together Ianto and the mysterious man gathered sand bags from just outside the door of the church and lifted them into the casket to equal Ianto's weight, and together they closed the lid. "There, I think that should do it. Now, Ianto Jones, come with me." The man waved for Ianto to follow him towards the exit. They walked out into the chilly night air and Ianto looked around. Everything appeared just as he'd left it.
"Now, would you mind? How is it that I'm alive, sir? And who are you?"
"Not just here, come along," the man said as he gestured for Ianto to follow again. They crossed the street and rounded a corner. The man then pointed towards a blue police box, by which a young girl seemed to be waiting for him. "In here." The man opened the doors with a small golden key. He stepped through the doors and disappeared into the dark interior. The girl followed him, waving her hello at Ianto as she passed.
Ianto stood in the moonlit street staring at the strange blue box. The girl's head reappeared in the doorway. "Are you coming or what?"
"But we won't all three fit in there. There's no way."
"Oh, come on, silly," she said grabbing him by the wrist and pulling him inside. The doors snapped closed behind him. Ianto looked around, he was inside an impossible thing.
"B-but, it's b-bigger…on the inside."
"They always say that," said the man, poking his head out from around the large center consol. "I'm the Doctor, and this is Clara," he said gesturing to the girl. "And this is my TARDIS," he said as he waved his arm above him in a grand sort of way.
"Doctor? Doctor Who?"
"Just the Doctor," he said laughing to himself. "We've met before, Ianto, or don't you remember?"
"I've never seen you before in my life, sir."
"Not with this face on, no. I'm a friend of Captain Jack Harkness."
"Oh! You're that Doctor!" Ianto said with sudden realization. "You're the Doctor."
"Yes, yes, there we are. Now, we really must be off. Clara and I have planets to save, and well if I can get it just right, you have a captain waiting." Speaking of Clara, she had left the room for reasons Ianto didn't know.
"What?"
"Jack, of course. I told him I had a surprise for him and that I'd be back in a jiffy. Then that was about a year from now…but anyway, off we go."
"What?" Ianto still didn't understand what was going on.
"He wants to tell you both at once," Clara said reemerging from one of the halls carrying a platter with three mugs. "Coffee or tea?" she said approaching him.
"Coffee," he said, turning back to the Doctor. "Where are we going?"
"You're friend's place."
"Who?"
"Gwen, that's her name, yeah? The pregnant one."
"Yeah, that's Gwen."
The TARDIS made a very loud noise and shook back and forth a bit. Ianto held on, but the Doctor and Clara seemed not to notice at all. Clara handed him a mug of coffee as another loud noise emanated from the engines and the shaking came to a stop.
"You two wait here, I'll come and get you when we're ready," the Doctor said heading for the door. He stepped out into the night, leaving Ianto and Clara waiting inside his TARDIS.