Before the memorial service began, Mark and April agreed that they would be treating it as a bad mission night. Dinner was a takeout of a passable fish and chips dinner and they ate quietly while listening, but not paying attention, to the television. Once the food was gone, Mark sighed softly.

"I know it won't matter really because we won't be around to witness it, but have you ever thought about what you'd care for in a service?"

April managed a small smile.

"You sound a bit like Illya. He and Napoleon have coffins picked out."