" Buffy, get up and out of bed. The funeral is in two hours." Willow rushed around the room.
"What's the rush. Why do we have to bury him anyways? I want to keep the ashes." Buffy lay under the covers hiding.
"Giles already said you could keep them. He just needs a proper funeral, considering he never got one, I think it's right. Get up or I'll poor water on your bed so you won't be able to sleep." Willow was already dressed in a long black dress and she was scurrying to make her bed.
"I don't want to go. I want to stay here."
"You're going. Angel would have wanted you to get up and out. Not lie around on your lazy butt." Willow smacked Buffy with her pillow.
"Leave me alone. I don't want to go."
"You're going and I'll get Giles over here to dress you." Willow walked out the door in a huff. Buffy really didn't want to upset her considering all that Willow had done. She and Giles had made the funeral arrangements and invitations. But Buffy wanted him back. And putting him to rest, finally, she didn't want to see. The phone rang.
"What?"
"Buffy, get up out of bed or I'll get you a psychiatrist. Now!" Giles screamed through the phone. "I don't want to do this anymore than you do but live with it and move on." He hung up the phone.
"Now, what? A shrink. I'm not crazy!" Buffy hopped up out of bed and turned on the shower. She figured she had enough hot water to last for about 7 minutes so she hurried. It brought back memories of a night. It seemed like a nightmare that she was living and it was getting worse. Memories came back to haunt her and Angel had taken her secret to the grave. Literally.
"So, how do I look?" Buffy spun around. Her long black dress from her mother's funeral still fit. She had lost two people that she loved in less than a month. What was fate to throw her next? She didn't care. Giles had sounded serious enough about a shrink and Buffy wanted no help from one.
"Great. There's the car. Let's go." Willow hurled on a black hat and watched Buffy wrap her shawl around her arms. They walked outside and met up with Xander.
"So, how are you doing?" He asked at a loss for words.
"Just don't leave me like they did." Buffy stepped into the car.
"Wouldn't want to. Don't worry, I doubt we will." He smiled trying to lighten the mood. It wasn't helping. The three of them sat in silence as they drove to the cemetery. There was a thin crowd of guests, all in black, waiting for the three of them. Giles made his way down to the car and helped them all out.
"It's nice to see you can still walk." He remarked to Buffy.
"I don't want to be here. I want to get this over with. Let's do this and then give me the ashes." She solemnly quipped as she made her way through the gravestones.
"None of us want to do this." Willow whispered.
