Author's Note: This isn't my fic. One of my buddies wrote it a while back, and I just thought it would be a good idea to post it. It's really short, really stupid, and pretty pointless. I mean, it was pretty funny at the time, but you had to know what he's like, so....

Disclaimer: My buddy and I do not own GW, though you may find that hard to believe...

~Trowa's Death~
By Burnt Rice's Friend

One day Trowa died. At his funeral.....

Heero: Ha Ha Ha! I did it! I killed him, it was me!

Just then two burly Frenchmen came in wearing mental institution jackets. They
restrained Heero and put him in a strait jacket. They threw him in the padded back
part of a van and drove away.

Quatre: *sobs very loudly* Trowa!! Why did you have to go?! Why couldn't it have been
me?!

Wufei stood looking at Quatre.

Wufei: Shut up you weakling! He killed himself shaving!! If he was that stupid, he
deserved to die!

Then Wufei loaded his gun, but it backfired on his face.

Duo: Can we go now? We all know he died, so let's just leave!!

Quatre looked at Duo.

Quatre: How can you say that? *continues to cry*

Preacher: Okay, Okay! The funeral is starting! Well, what can say about Trowa Barton?

Everyone thought. Quatre was hysterical.

Duo: Nope. I'm drawing a blank.

Wufei: He was weak.

Quatre: I.... *cries even more*

Preacher: Well, he didn't talk much but we-

Duo: BOOOOO! Hurry up!

Preacher: Ahem.......We all miss him and-

Wufei: Not really.

Preacher: .........now he's dead and.........that's it!

Duo: YAY!

Everyone left except Quatre. He stayed and cried so much that he drowned
himself in the church!

THE END !^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!^!

So, that's it. Didn't I tell you it was pointless? Well, review if you have nothing
else better to do......