After fifteen some hours and after the lamp was lowered into the ground its fourth increment, another day of the funeral began to draw to a close. The eulogies had been given. Everyone close to Genie said their peace… except for Genie's dearest friend.

Not master. Not anymore.

Jasmine had to physically shove Aladdin onto the stage when he'd begun to have second thoughts about reading a homemade elegy from a pitifully tiny, slightly-torn piece of paper. Even though he wasn't ready and clearly annoyed, the sun was high and the funeral goers were getting antsy, Jasmine and her father had convinced him that he would regret it for the rest of his life if he didn't read how he felt about Genie.

They said that regret was a wasted emotion, coincidentally.

Jasmine asked Aladdin if he wanted to sleep on the balcony tonight.

They told him it was the right thing to do.

… And plus, Iago was down for a good laugh.