So, how's everybody doing out there? Sorry for the late update, but life has been hectic with school and getting ready for college. There has to be, what, 4 total people still reading this, right? Alrighty then, onward we go.

Disclaimer- If I owned Danny Phantom, there would be new episodes coming out…soon.

While looking at all of the past events in a person's life when they are gone, it is important to remember that that some things must happen for a reason…

"Sam, hey, are you gonna be alright? I know this is hard, but still…"

Sam had her gaze intensely focused downward on her black combat boots, which had at the moment become extremely fascinating. Giving a small sigh and dragging herself away from that horrible memory, she managed to look up at Tuckers worried face.

"Yeah, I'll be OK. This is just so hard, to know that he's really gone. I never even got the chance to tell him that I lov…" Sam fell silent, too choked up to continue speaking.

Tucker frowned slightly as he put what he hoped was a reassuring hand on her shoulder as he surveyed the crowd. Sure, there were a ton of people there to mourn this terrible loss, but were they there to mourn Danny Fenton or Danny Phantom?

Of course, this was a terrible blow to the two teens that had witnessed this ferocious attack, but then to have to return to Amity Park and explain everything to Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, and then to the news media, was almost heartbreaking.

There were also the questions. Oh, how they hated the questions!

"Just how exactly did Danny acquire ghost powers?"

"Did he infect you with some sort of ectoplasmic mind-control goo?"

"Did Phantom and the gloomy Goth chick have a thing going on?"

"Why did he hate the name Invis-o-Bill?"

Sam would have chuckled if that last question had been asked with Danny still around. He had hated that name with a passion. The only thing Danny disliked even more was that idiotic Fenton ghost-Gabber that always went off around him.

Speaking of the Fenton's, Sam turned around in her chair as a loud sobbing reached her ears. Walking slowly down the aisle were Maddie and Jack Fenton, holding onto each other for support as they slowly stumbled to their seats. Sam had never seen the two proud ghost hunters appear so weak and vulnerable.

Next came Jazz and Dani, looking completely distraught as they hurried over to join their parents. His death had really hit Jazz hard as she was the one who covered for Danny when he had to leave for the amusement park. She figured that because she had told him that it would be alright for him to go, it was her fault that Danny was gone. Having been adopted by the Fenton's just days earlier had been a blessing for Dani, but it was bittersweet as her cousin wasn't there to be with her.

Now for the hardest part of the ceremony. Sam stood with her parents in respect as the coffin containing her ghost-boy slowly made its way forward. The large black coffin was being supported by Skulker, Vlad, Tucker, Frostbite, Wulf, and Johnny 13. Danny would have been happy to see that his friends and enemies were able to put aside their differences and come together to honor his memory.

The casket having been placed in front, the ghosts resumed their stance above the crowd while Tucker and Vlad went back to their seats. Sam glanced skyward to look in amazement at all of the ghosts that were there to pay tribute to the fallen halfa. It seemed that almost every ghost Danny had ever fought was in attendance. Of course, Walker was absent, but nobody was surprised with this. There was now a bounty on his head in the Ghost Zone, and every ghost and ghost hunter in both worlds was ready to collect on that.

The ceremony was beautiful, and Sam managed to make it all the way through without a singled tear falling. When they had to file past the coffin at the end, however, she completely lost it. Sam found herself lying over his coffin, tears streaming down her face as she screamed out his name over and over.

"Danny! Danny don't leave me alone! Please don't go! Danny…"

Danny Phantom looked around in shock as he floated silently above his grave. Yes, he knew he was dead, but he had never figured on being able to see his own funeral. Hovering in front of everybody, it was clear that nobody saw him, not even the ghosts in attendance. Screaming in denial, Danny could only watch the horrible proceedings. He nearly broke down himself when Sam did, and it was then that he cursed himself for never admitting his feelings to her.

Hours later, after everybody had finally left, Danny was still floating above his own tombstone, crying and screaming at the unfairness of it all. It was then that he felt a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Come, young hero. It is time."

"Clockwork!" Danny screamed in joy.

"You can fix all this, right? Make it so I never had to die."

The master of time smiled sadly down at the pleading face of the ghost-boy.

"Unfortunately, I am not allowed to meddle with the affairs of your death. It has been forbidden by the watchers."

Danny's face fell in disappointment.

"There is however, something I can do to give you a purpose in the afterlife. Even allow you a little…revenge."

Danny looked up into the eyes of the all knowing ghost and smiled.

"Walker…"

Ooh, Walkers gonna get it! Yeah, another chapter done, and this one was hard to write, let me tell ya. It took me a long time to decide on who should carry his coffin, and this was the best I could do. Anyways, please give me a review this time. Just…let me know that you're out there.