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Chrissy never wanted to have a lavish funeral, with friends. She wanted something small, quiet, with a few loved ones.

Chrissy never got what she wanted. At least not this time.

Almost everyone from the WWE paid their respects. Most had a debt to pay for her. She had taken care of every one of them, even if she didn't like them, she still had a proffesional code to maintain, whether she liked them or not.

Raven sat in the front row, dressed all in a black suit, his braids tied back, glasses perched on his nose, and a newborn in his arms. He had almost not been allowed to take his Annabelle home, being so young, but she had been eating good and showing signs of good health. He still had to take her in everyday to make sure she was doing fine. Right next to him sat Chrissy's mom, openly sobbing, crying for some type of exchange for her daughter, but nothing would do. God couldn't even do that for her.

Raven looked over to Glen, cradling his wife in his arms. Glen sent a sad smile of reassurance to him. His eyes slowly turned away to look at her casket. It wasn't open. He knew why, only 4 of them did. And for some reason, he still couldn't understand why she had… He sighed, Raven just wanted to remember her when she was lovely.

At least that bitch Lucy had died too. She was the driver that hit Chrissy. Ironic. Her blood alcohol was over .30 and her heart would've given out if she didn't crash the car. Raven wished the first happened before the latter.

"Christina Jacobs lived a short, happy life. She loved to work with medicene and she was one of the finest doctors. She was first married to John, and had one son with him, until his unfornuate passing years ago. Still, Dr.Jacobs kept on with her life, keeping her head up, and pursuing better things. Then she worked with her brother, and found a person to share her life with."

Everyone turned, craning their heads over the monstrous wrestlers to see Raven sitting in the front with the newborn.

"Would you like to speak?" The priest looked down to Raven, who simply nodded at him.

Raven handed Annabelle over to Chrissy's mom and took a deep, long, breath and mustered up enough strength to walk up the steps to talk. Slowly, he made his way up and looked out at everyone. Basia, Gwen, Marie… friends, her mother, everyone was in tears. And it was his fault. "Chri--" His voice caught and a sob caught in his throat. He leaned down for a second and felt the priest's hand on his shoulder.

He turned back and looked at him for a moment, then started again. "Chrissy once told me that she only wanted to be happy again. That… she wanted to live again, with me, she said, with our daughter too. Annabelle… it's sad, to see Chrissy here, but knowing she wanted to live with me, to share a life. But she had said that she had too much pain for one lifetime and that she had tried as hard as she could…"

Raven leaned a little bit more on the podium and rubbed his forehead. "I loved Chrissy the best I could and I helped her have a happy life before she left us, and I hope that she has a happy one.. I hope she knows that I love her and she's was the only one for me." He slowly stepped down the stairs and sat back down next to her mother and tears spilled down his cheeks. He couldn't go on-- he just couldn't. Raven didn't know how.

***

"Gramma!"

Mrs.Jacobs looked over at her granddaughter, Annabelle. "What do you want, Anna?"

The little girl looked up at her, her bright blue eyes piercing through the mop of dark brown, curly hair. A pink dress hung on her gangly frame. "It's time to go see Daddy." Anna sounded so chipper, and her smile was bright.

Her eyes lowered. "Of course…"

The trip was long, and quiet. Anna sat looking at the window, quietly humming to herself, and Mrs.Jacobs drove, silently not wanting to go, but she couldn't upset her granddaughter. They always had gone, every year.

Anna bounded out the door as soon as the car stopped and she flew across the grass, instantly landed with a bouquet of flowers in her hand. She pulled them in half, putting half on her father's grave, the other half on her mother's. "She was pretty, wasn't she?"

"They were both lovely. Chrissy was…" She turned her head away. "Your father was quite handsome, but so sad."

"He was."

"Auntie Gwenny!" Annabelle got up from the ground and ran into her aunt's arms. "You showed up.

Gwen nodded. "We always come. Damien and Heavynne decided to be brats-- silly pre-teen kids." She looked over at Glen, his face was full of deep creases, frown lines probably.

Glen simply sighed and picked up Anna, spinning her aroud. "You doing okay, Anna?"

She nodded. "I miss Mom, even though I never knew her… and I miss Daddy too… it's only been six years, right Gramma? I was 5 then, right?"

"Yes, dear." Mrs.Jacobs said absently, looking down at her daughters grave.

The day Raven killed himself. He couldn't live. He couldn't take it, and he ended it, like he said he would.

Gwen and Glen had taken care of Anna for awhile, but with two twins, the workload was too much for either of them, especially when Glen had to go to work. They handed Anna over to Glen's mother, and she seemed happy enough, even happy looking at her father's grave.

"Are you sure you're okay, sweetie?"

Anna looked over at Glen, and simply nodded. "I know Daddy would want me to be. He always told me mirrors could show you what you were, and what to fix, and that even if they broke, and you can always find a knew one. I still don't know what he means, but I think he was saying you could start over again. I guess he just couldn't take his own advice." Anna shrugged and bent down on her knees, looking at the grave.

Beloved mother, wife, sister, daughter, and friend. She will be remembered in another time, and live another happy life.

Beloved father, husband, son, brother, and friend.

They will both remembered each time you look in the mirror.

A sad, lonely man watched from the shadows. He wished he could be there, with her. If only…

The End or is it?

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