Disclaimer: I DO NOT own any of Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends or its characters.
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It was the day of the funeral. Mac got up at 8 o' clock, and put on his best suit.
"Where are you going dork?" Terrance teased while Mac walked out the door.
"Terrance, he's going to a funeral, be polite. You're grounded for two weeks," his mom said.
"But mom," Terrance whined. Mac actually managed a smile. Maybe Madame Foster was looking down upon him.
He walked to the house were all the friends were wearing their black suits that they wore on the day of Madame Foster's death.
"Are you ready to go Mac?" Frankie asked. Mac nodded yes.
"OK, everybody on the bus, we're a little bit late," Frankie said. Mr. Herriman went on the bus first and everybody else followed.
"Hey, Mac, I have a great idea. We build a time machine and stop the aliens from killing Madame Foster," Bloo said.
"Bloo, can it! The aliens didn't kill Madame Foster! She died from old age! So stop thinking that the aliens killed her, because they didn't," Mac shouted to Bloo.
"OK, Sheesh. You have no imagination," Bloo said. They endured a silent thirty-minute ride to the funeral home. Then they entered the room.
At first Mac couldn't endure to look. He had never been at a funeral before. Then, he got the courage to look. He opened his eyes, and there, in front of him was Madame Foster in a coffin.
She was dressed in a flowing white dress. Her casket was pure white, just like her dress. She was much paler though. Mac bent over, and recited a prayer that he had got from the Internet.
"Oh Lord in Heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom comeā¦" Eventually he finished the prayer, and sat down and Frankie came up to speak.
"Madame Foster was a good woman. She was a friend to all. She was kind to all. She even opened up her own doors to imaginary friends whose creators didn't want them anymore. She even let me move in and have a job there when my parents couldn't support in their lives anymore," Frankie spoke.
Mac began to weep in Madame Foster's memory.
Eduardo and his creator where there. Eduardo was weeping into his creator's, Nina's, arms.
"Oh, it'll be OK my big brave friend," she whispered to him. Eventually Frankie was done talking and Madame Foster was buried.
Her tombstone read "Madame Foster, a dear friend to all."
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Sorry this chapter was SO short. Anyway, this was the last chapter to 'Madame Foster's Goodbyes.' I would like to dedicate this story to all those who have had to deal with the loss of a loved one. I myself have had to endure the loss of my grandmother, who died unexpectedly of cancer in the summer of 2005. To all those who reviewed, thank you.
