Author's Note: I do not own any of the "Team Fortress 2" characters or locations. This is merely for entertainment purposes, and I am not looking to profit off of this piece of fiction. All characters/locations belong to Valve. Sherry belongs to me.

The funeral a week days later was very quiet as the friends and family members of Sherry gathered into the funeral parlor. As to be expected, they all cried when they lay their eyes upon Sherry's silent form.

Sherry herself was beautiful; her hair had been freshly washed, her face done-up in make-up, giving her the appearance that she was merely sleeping. A small, serene smile was on her face, and she looked at peace. She wore clothes of pure white, a small bouquet of pink and white flowers clasped in her hands.

Much to Dell's amazement, the entire BLU Team had shown up to Sherry's funeral. They all dressed in their best and had placed blue roses upon her body.

The most somber of them all, however, were Sherry's brothers and Mother. Dell couldn't blame them; Sherry was Helene's only daughter and she was their only sister. Scott seemed to be the most shaken; he had stopped crying, but his whole body convulsed with silent and dry sobs.

Emile had spent a long time with Sherry before she was put into her casket and rolled into the parlor. He had spent well over twelve hours with her, whispering to her.

One of the things that he had whispered was this:

"Sherry…I…I don't know how to say this, exactly, but…it wasn't your fault that your Father never came to see you. It was mine. When you were sixteen, the night after you met me for the first time…I went into your room and…I found out about William. I thought that he would only get in the way, but in reality…I was afraid that you would see me as nothing more than the "mysterious man" that was seeing your Mother. Sherry…

…I killed William. I killed him and his fiancé. It was never your fault at all…It was all my doing, and…I hope that someday, when we meet again…You'll forgive me and call me, "Father".

Je suis tellement désolé…"

That's when he started to cry great, racking tears of grief at the words Sherry would never hear.

Dell could feel his heart sinking greatly when Sherry was finally buried in the cemetery. She had stated in her will that she wanted to be buried with her grandparents. That way, once Helene and the rest of her family met their time, they would be buried alongside her.

Scott was silent during the speaking of Sherry's eulogy, spoken by Emile.

"My wife and I could never have asked for a more wonderful daughter. Everything she did made us proud. She was perfect in her studies, and she was a wonderful and beautiful artist. She painted beautiful pieces that told not only stories, but taught us humanity and beauty. Sherry…She was always so happy, so full of life. I only met her when she was 16; but I knew that she was a girl who was blossoming into a beautiful woman. When she was 20, she found her true love. Together, they swore before God that they would love each other until death did them part. But I know that even now, she still loves him and her daughter. Sherry…We all love you, and we will all miss you. But you will always be in our minds. We will speak to you and laugh with you. We will call you by your familiar name. Your Mother and I are so proud of you. You will always be in our hearts." Emile said, tears falling from his eyes and onto the wet grass. Helene broke out sobbing, throwing herself into Emile's arms.

It broke Dell's heart to see all eight of Sherry's brothers weeping loudly; Scott especially. The poor boy was trying his hardest to not shed a tear, but had failed miserably. He cried the loudest out of them all, and he only got louder when Dell wrapped an arm around his shoulders, his other holding Jenny.

The only remaining scrap that he had of his beautiful Sherry was a lock of her beautiful, chocolate brown hair, carefully tied with a white lace ribbon.

…And then the thought occurred to him. It occurred to him so quickly; his grief was lifted just slightly.

He would bring Sherry back, even if it meant travelling down the same path of madness as Radigan Conagher.