A/N: I updated quicker than I thought I would mostly because there's nothing else to do! This is a pretty short chapter, it just covers the funeral. R&R!

Disclaimer: I sincerely wish!

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The funeral was held three days later, on the 28th. Mark, Roger, Mimi, Joanne, Maureen, Angie, Anna, and Rachael sat together in the front pew on the left side of the church. Collin's ancient mother sat on the other side. Nobody spoke to her, not knowing what to say. Benny and Life Support were also there, just as they had been for Angel's funeral.

Each of the "Originals" got up and made a statement about Collins, causing the whole affair to seem parallel to Angel's death. All of the girls were crying, and Roger and Mark were clearly upset by their tight-lipped expressions.

"…I will always remember the times way back when, when I shared an apartment with Collins, Mark, and Benny," Maureen reminisced, "He was the one who kept a bright attitude when things got bad. Always believing things would get better no matter how bad they seemed. Up to the end."

"…You couldn't find a truer friend anywhere in the city. Collins was always there when you needed him. When April died and I was going through withdrawal, Collins reminded me that I was alive. He said I was doing great. He made you remember the good things in life." Roger smiled appreciatively.

"…He was an optimist. That is the word that sums up a lot of what Tom Collins was about. One night he got beat up, but the next morning, he was laughing as if nothing had ever happened. He always bounced back. He had a constant good attitude. And he was one of my best friends." Mark gazed at the photo of Collins for a moment before rejoining his friends.

After the funeral, the Bohemians traipsed outside to say goodbye to the coffin before it was lowered into the grave dug right next to Angel's. They dropped flowers onto it and whispered goodbyes. Roger and Joanne talked to the minister and paid for the burial. No one said anything aloud.

They all stood quietly around when the coffin was lowered. Benny hovered in the background. He was no longer a part of the group, but he had known Collins, so no one questioned his presence.

When there was nothing more to see, they all turned away to retreat to somewhere to drown out their grief. Many in the group remembered the last time this scenario had been played out, when they had all parted in anger and regret. This time, they would stick together.

As they reached the cemetery gates, Mark said, "I'll see you all later," and jogged off down the street.

"Mark!" Anna began to go after him, but Roger put a hand on her arm.

"Let him go. He'll find us when he's ready." Roger had a pretty good idea where Mark had gone.

"Where to now?" Joanne asked, without any particular enthusiasm.

"The café," Mimi and Anna said at the same time.

"Yeah," Maureen agreed, "So we can get something. Beers all around. Except for Rachael and Angie, of course."

The other females gave their consent in dull tones. They all began to wander in that direction, so lost in their own grief that they didn't even notice when Roger began to walk the other way.

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A/N: Hope it wasn't too sappy! Also, I have written a Wicked fanfic, and I am thinking about submitting it to the site. Tell me what you think!