Obi-Wan awoke to a smell that he hadn't encountered in a while. A nostalgic look crossed his face as he swung his legs over the side of the bed and pulled on his robe.

Anakin was hard at work in the kitchen, chopping fruit until a ding sounded. Then, he turned to open the waffle maker and pick it up with a fork before dropping it on the plate.

"Dad always made waffles," Obi-Wan commented as he walked into the room. "Did you add the-"

"Cinnamon and vanilla?" Anakin asked with a raised brow. "Of course. I'm not an idiot."

Obi-Wan shook his head as he put the kettle on the stove. "I never said you were."

"But you think it sometimes," Anakin said as he waved the waffle fork at him.

"No comment," Obi-Wan winked.

Anakin grinned and added more batter to the maker. "I don't know how he did this every weekend. It's so time consuming."

"Because he loved us and wanted to have a time where we were all together and enjoying ourselves as a family," Obi-Wan replied as he took some waffles onto his plate and started to add his preferred toppings. He was simple. All he added was fresh fruit and a drizzle of honey.

"I think those mornings were my favorite," Anakin admitted. "You were always so busy with Quinlan and your other friends that I felt like I was always running to try and keep up or else I'd be left behind. Having that time that was just us made up for all the times you weren't home when I went to bed. Dad never read the bedtime stories in all the voices like you did."

Obi-Wan gave him a soft smile, "What can I say? I was a good actor."

"You were good in your school musicals," Anakin teased. "What was that one you were in during college?"

"Guys and Dolls," Obi-Wan said with a faraway look in his eyes. "Sky Masterson was one of my favorite roles."

"You made being a guy and dancing look cool," Anakin replied as he doused his waffles in chocolate syrup.

Obi-Wan winced as he watched Anakin slap on some sprinkles, whipped cream, and a cherry. "Why don't you add ice cream while you're at it?"

"Good idea," Anakin nodded before going to the freezer.

"I wasn't being serious," Obi-Wan replied flatly.

"A good idea is still a good idea," Anakin shrugged as he spooned the ice cream out onto his tower of carbs. Then he settled in and started to shovel it into his mouth like an ungodly heathen.

"I don't know where you put it all," Obi-Wan replied as he daintily cut into his waffles.

Anakin smiled at him, whipped cream seeping from the sides of his mouth. "The shecond shtomach," he said around his food.

Obi-Wan laughed as he passed him a napkin. "You're a mess."

"Oh, don't I know it," Anakin sighed as he wiped his mouth.

The two of them looked down at the card that sat innocuously on the table between them.

Anakin swallowed a sip of coffee, "Did you call them?"

"Not yet," Obi-Wan sighed. "I didn't know if you wanted to be there when I did."

Anakin nodded, sliding the card towards his brother, "Call them."

Obi-Wan fished his phone out of his pocket and dialed the number. It picked up after two rings.

"Coruscant Funeral Home," the voice on the other end replied, "How may we help you?"

"My father, Qui-Gon Jinn, is to be released from the city morgue into your care," Obi-Wan replied.

"I see," they replied. "We are sorry for your loss. Do you have any ideas for what kind of ceremony you would like? Or whether your father would have wanted a cremation or to be embalmed?"

Obi-Wan's mouth went dry, "I... I don't know."

"That is perfectly fine. We will pick up the body and keep it safe until you decide what you would like to do. Then we can go further with all the arrangements so that you may remember your father in a way that feels true to you," they replied.

"Thank you," Obi-wan replied.

"You're welcome," they responded before hanging up.

An awkward silence fell on the two brothers as they went back to eating, both having heard the entire conversation.

"What kind of service would dad have wanted?" Anakin asked.

"What kind even are there?" Obi-Wan asked, realizing he had never had someone he was close to pass away before.

Anakin had his phone out and was quickly tapping away.

"Anakin, this isn't the time to be texting your friends," Obi-Wan sighed, "This is important."

"I'm not texting my friends. I'm searching how to plan a funeral on the internet," Anakin shot back before placing the phone on the table so that they could both see it as he scrolled through. "I think dad would have wanted a Viking burial," he said with a smirk as he saw a picture of it. "Out in a blaze of glory."

"Anakin, we're not setting dad on fire and pushing him into the sea," Obi-Wan replied.

"I'm just saying... we have options," Anakin shrugged. "Why don't we ask Padmé if she's been to any good funerals?"

Obi-Wan shrugged and called her, putting her on speaker. "Hello, darling."

"Obi-Wan? What's up?" Padmé asked in amusement.

"Have you been to any good funerals lately, Padmé? We're trying to plan dad's but we don't know what we're doing," Anakin said loudly.

Padmé chuckled, "I don't know what the difference between a good funeral and a bad funeral is, but in my community most of our funerals are very traditional. We don't embalm the bodies so they are buried very quickly after they pass."

They listened intently as she discussed more customs before hanging up to finish her homework.

"I don't think dad would want to rot," Anakin murmured.

"I don't know if he'd want to be buried in one place," Obi-Wan commented.

"So, what, we'll just dig him up and move him around every couple of years?" Anakin asked incredulously.

Obi-Wan flicked Anakin's nose, "No. I just mean... if we cremate him then we can scatter his ashes."

"I think he'd like that. Then, in a way, he could always be with us because he could be anywhere."

"Besides, if we put him in one place then we might feel tempted to visit all the time and he'd want us to move on with our lives. He isn't in his body anymore, and we shouldn't look for him there," Obi-Wan replied as he started to put the dishes in the sink and clean up.

Anakin grew quiet as he zoned out on the table in front of him. "Can I at least..." he trailed off to swallow the lump in his throat, "see him before he's cremated? To say goodbye."

Obi-Wan rested a hand on Anakin's shoulder and squeezed, "I won't discourage you from that."

Ever so softly, Anakin murmured, "Will you come with me?"

"Of course. Let's clean up and then we'll go," Obi-Wan murmured.


Obi-Wan hadn't seen the body of his father since the night he had lost him as he had him in his arms. Although he had told Anakin he would go with him to say goodbye, and he would, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stay strong for the boy standing next to him. His hand tightened into a fist and he found himself forgetting how to breath as they stood in the mortuary with the body in front of them, covered respectfully in a sheet. Obi-Wan didn't dare to touch the sheet. This was Anakin's journey and he would go at his pace, regardless of how badly he wanted the floor to swallow him up whole in that moment.

Tentatively, Anakin reached out after taking a steeling breath. He pulled the sheet down to rest around Qui-Gon's collar bone. Obi-Wan could just make out the outline of the bullet hole that was covered partially by the sheet. Forcing himself to confront this inevitability, Obi-Wan gazed upon the face of a man he had called his father. It was cold, lifeless. His lips were almost blue as the color had drained from his skin. This wasn't his father anymore, Obi-Wan knew that.

Anakin let out a shaky breath and quickly covered the body back up with the sheet. "You were right. That's not dad. Dad's right here," Anakin said as he tapped his heart with his knuckles, lip trembling slightly.

"Let's go home," Obi-Wan said gently as he steered the younger man towards the door.

"Mr. Kenobi," a man called out after him.

Obi-Wan nodded to Anakin to go ahead, but his brother shook his head and stayed firmly at his side.

"I can handle it," Anakin murmured.

Obi-Wan turned back to the mortician.

"When we retrieved your father, Rex gave us a copy of a business card found on his person." The man handed Obi-Wan a photo copy. "Apparently he left a will if the note on this business card is to be believed. Rex informed the lawyer of Mr. Jinn's passing and the lawyer said he would wait for you to contact him."

Obi-Wan and Anakin shared another look as he took the copy. Obi-Wan looked down at the paper and grimaced. "We'll give him a call."