Chapter Eleven: The Last Farewell
Everyone looked into the two coffins. Roger and Kyla looked as alive as ever, but they weren't, they were gone. Gone forever...no one could ever let them return. They were gone from everyone and everyone didn't want them gone.
Lausanne was crying into Manley's chest as Manley tried to comfort her with soothing words. Mark was holding a hysteric Charlene. Alex was standing there, softly crying, and John's hand was on his shoulder. Everyone else stood, silently praying and crying.
Finally, after the priest was done his prayer, Mark went over to Roger's coffin. He looked into it. Roger's hair was black, he was pale, but he still looked alive. Mark took a shaky breath.
"I loved Roger...as much as soul mates...that's what we were, soul mates...he didn't want to leave me behind, I know he didn't...I know he-he probably helped to protect Kyla...but.... but she's always has her way...she had to help...it's not...its not their fault they're both gone..." Mark cried a bit more.
Tell me it's not true... Say it's just a story Something on the news Tell me it's not true
John looked at Alex.
"Want to say...one more goodbye?" he asked.
Alex nodded. "...Yeah...yeah, I wanna."
John led Alex up to the two coffins.
"Want...want me to say goodbye first?" he asked.
Alex nodded. John went over to Roger first. "Roger...he was usually mad," John said. "But...he was always caring. That's why he adopted Charlene, I'd say. To spread his caring ability. He might have...argued with some of us, but that's the way he was. Even when he's in the next world, he'll fight with some other angels. You'd never know what Roger was thinking, either. He's always been...something different."
He looked at Kyla.
"And... And... I really don't know what I thought Kyla would be...she was...a bit strange, I must admit, and, hell, she loved those cookies...there's not much I can really say about both of these two, except...I'll miss them so."
Though it's here before me, Say it's just a dream, Say it's just a scene, Of an old movie of years ago
Alex walked up to Roger. He took a deep breath.
"I really never knew Roger...I never took the time to talk to him...but, he really was a good guy despite his temper. He seemed like the type of guy who wanted to live life to the fullest...a guy who didn't want to die without his 'one blaze of glory'...and...I think he did..."
He looked over to Kyla.
"Kyla...I loved her more than imaginable...I'd wake up every morning and smile, knowing I'd get to see her. She was unique, special in her own way. Even though people thought she was miserable, deep down she loved life..." He sniffed. "And, I just want her to know how much I love her..." He stood between the two coffins and said, "Mai Gott ist mit Ihnen beide."
From an old movie of Marilyn Monroe. Say it's just some clowns, Two players in the limelight, And bring the curtain down
Lausanne walked over to Roger.
"Gawd, I don't know what to say without crying or sounding obsessive...I loved Roger like a brother. He was great to be around, even though he always got mad somehow, he always seemed to cheer up right away. He had a lot going for him, had a lot of talent...it's a shame he had to leave...and...and he loved his family, each and every one of them...I'm gonna miss him a lot..."
She looked over at Kyla. Her eyes filled with more tears.
"Kyla was one of my best friends since grade 8...she trusted me with her secrets, I talked to her when she was depressed, we were like sisters. She could always make me laugh and cheer me up in any situation...she was always ready to help...and...and.and..." Lausanne couldn't finish. She started crying more and ran back to Manley.
Say it's just some clowns, Who couldn't get their lines right, Say it's just a show, On the radio
Manley walked over to the coffins.
"My memories of Kyla and Roger are very...well, most of them aren't very welcoming or nice.
"I met both of them at mine and Anthony's concert in January. We were staying at some sleazy hotel and then, suddenly, Kyla said: 'You could at our house!' And...and, so we stayed, and we kinda moved in...mainly everyday the two of them fought, but in the end, they were...they were like brother and sister...amazing, isn't it? When two people get along, what differences it can make, eh?"
He walked back over to Lausanne and cradled her.
That we can turn over and start, again, That we can turn over, it's just a game. Tell me it's not true;
Say I only dreamed it
Cid walked up, tear-stained.
"Both Roger and Kyla were...they were close to me, I know. I would talk with one about the other and such...was funny when one thought that one was egotistical and the other a lard ass. It was the best of times; just hanging out at their place, playing poker, any type of poker we could think of. As Manley said, both of them were like brother and sister...just look at them right now...they look like brother and sister..."
He patted each coffin and went back over to where everyone was standing.
And morning will come soon. Tell me it's not true, Say you didn't mean it, Say it's just pretend
Collins and Angel walked over to both coffins.
"Roger was a good friend of mine for several years now," Collins said. "He's always been there to talk and maybe even to have a few beers here and there. Now that he's gone, his memory will always be with Angel and me here. I've...I don't think I've really fought with him at all. Maybe once...when we were drunk...but th-that's basically it."
"Kyla was a sweetie at times," Angel said. "She worked hard to support everyone, even Roger, who she said she hated. We all know...deep down, she loved him, as much as she loved everyone else. We'll miss them both."
Say it's just the end Of an old movie from years ago Of an old movie with Marilyn Monroe
Cid and some of his crewmembers carried to the graves specially carved grave markings. Both were shaped to look like their owner. They were so perfect, every little detail. Each one had Roger or Kyla's dates and one simple line: "In honor of two great people."
One by one, everyone left. Afterwards, everyone went his or her own ways. Mark and Charlene still lived in the small city outside New York City. The couples all stayed together and once a week, Mark and Charlene visited the graves.
So, can we blame what was foretold? These two mournful deaths? As they died before they could Take one last breath? Or, perhaps, the young girl's luck? As she relied on it As much as the chickens And their cluck? Maybe, perhaps, the man's choice, If he only listened to his inside voice, Perhaps they would be able To live just one more day.
Everyone looked into the two coffins. Roger and Kyla looked as alive as ever, but they weren't, they were gone. Gone forever...no one could ever let them return. They were gone from everyone and everyone didn't want them gone.
Lausanne was crying into Manley's chest as Manley tried to comfort her with soothing words. Mark was holding a hysteric Charlene. Alex was standing there, softly crying, and John's hand was on his shoulder. Everyone else stood, silently praying and crying.
Finally, after the priest was done his prayer, Mark went over to Roger's coffin. He looked into it. Roger's hair was black, he was pale, but he still looked alive. Mark took a shaky breath.
"I loved Roger...as much as soul mates...that's what we were, soul mates...he didn't want to leave me behind, I know he didn't...I know he-he probably helped to protect Kyla...but.... but she's always has her way...she had to help...it's not...its not their fault they're both gone..." Mark cried a bit more.
Tell me it's not true... Say it's just a story Something on the news Tell me it's not true
John looked at Alex.
"Want to say...one more goodbye?" he asked.
Alex nodded. "...Yeah...yeah, I wanna."
John led Alex up to the two coffins.
"Want...want me to say goodbye first?" he asked.
Alex nodded. John went over to Roger first. "Roger...he was usually mad," John said. "But...he was always caring. That's why he adopted Charlene, I'd say. To spread his caring ability. He might have...argued with some of us, but that's the way he was. Even when he's in the next world, he'll fight with some other angels. You'd never know what Roger was thinking, either. He's always been...something different."
He looked at Kyla.
"And... And... I really don't know what I thought Kyla would be...she was...a bit strange, I must admit, and, hell, she loved those cookies...there's not much I can really say about both of these two, except...I'll miss them so."
Though it's here before me, Say it's just a dream, Say it's just a scene, Of an old movie of years ago
Alex walked up to Roger. He took a deep breath.
"I really never knew Roger...I never took the time to talk to him...but, he really was a good guy despite his temper. He seemed like the type of guy who wanted to live life to the fullest...a guy who didn't want to die without his 'one blaze of glory'...and...I think he did..."
He looked over to Kyla.
"Kyla...I loved her more than imaginable...I'd wake up every morning and smile, knowing I'd get to see her. She was unique, special in her own way. Even though people thought she was miserable, deep down she loved life..." He sniffed. "And, I just want her to know how much I love her..." He stood between the two coffins and said, "Mai Gott ist mit Ihnen beide."
From an old movie of Marilyn Monroe. Say it's just some clowns, Two players in the limelight, And bring the curtain down
Lausanne walked over to Roger.
"Gawd, I don't know what to say without crying or sounding obsessive...I loved Roger like a brother. He was great to be around, even though he always got mad somehow, he always seemed to cheer up right away. He had a lot going for him, had a lot of talent...it's a shame he had to leave...and...and he loved his family, each and every one of them...I'm gonna miss him a lot..."
She looked over at Kyla. Her eyes filled with more tears.
"Kyla was one of my best friends since grade 8...she trusted me with her secrets, I talked to her when she was depressed, we were like sisters. She could always make me laugh and cheer me up in any situation...she was always ready to help...and...and.and..." Lausanne couldn't finish. She started crying more and ran back to Manley.
Say it's just some clowns, Who couldn't get their lines right, Say it's just a show, On the radio
Manley walked over to the coffins.
"My memories of Kyla and Roger are very...well, most of them aren't very welcoming or nice.
"I met both of them at mine and Anthony's concert in January. We were staying at some sleazy hotel and then, suddenly, Kyla said: 'You could at our house!' And...and, so we stayed, and we kinda moved in...mainly everyday the two of them fought, but in the end, they were...they were like brother and sister...amazing, isn't it? When two people get along, what differences it can make, eh?"
He walked back over to Lausanne and cradled her.
That we can turn over and start, again, That we can turn over, it's just a game. Tell me it's not true;
Say I only dreamed it
Cid walked up, tear-stained.
"Both Roger and Kyla were...they were close to me, I know. I would talk with one about the other and such...was funny when one thought that one was egotistical and the other a lard ass. It was the best of times; just hanging out at their place, playing poker, any type of poker we could think of. As Manley said, both of them were like brother and sister...just look at them right now...they look like brother and sister..."
He patted each coffin and went back over to where everyone was standing.
And morning will come soon. Tell me it's not true, Say you didn't mean it, Say it's just pretend
Collins and Angel walked over to both coffins.
"Roger was a good friend of mine for several years now," Collins said. "He's always been there to talk and maybe even to have a few beers here and there. Now that he's gone, his memory will always be with Angel and me here. I've...I don't think I've really fought with him at all. Maybe once...when we were drunk...but th-that's basically it."
"Kyla was a sweetie at times," Angel said. "She worked hard to support everyone, even Roger, who she said she hated. We all know...deep down, she loved him, as much as she loved everyone else. We'll miss them both."
Say it's just the end Of an old movie from years ago Of an old movie with Marilyn Monroe
Cid and some of his crewmembers carried to the graves specially carved grave markings. Both were shaped to look like their owner. They were so perfect, every little detail. Each one had Roger or Kyla's dates and one simple line: "In honor of two great people."
One by one, everyone left. Afterwards, everyone went his or her own ways. Mark and Charlene still lived in the small city outside New York City. The couples all stayed together and once a week, Mark and Charlene visited the graves.
So, can we blame what was foretold? These two mournful deaths? As they died before they could Take one last breath? Or, perhaps, the young girl's luck? As she relied on it As much as the chickens And their cluck? Maybe, perhaps, the man's choice, If he only listened to his inside voice, Perhaps they would be able To live just one more day.