heeere's part five! thanx 4 reviewing-keep it up! this chapter really sets the tone for the rest of the story, so pay attention. it's short, but it's important. anyway, please read and review!

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"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust," the priest droned. Chandler glared at the priest, who seemed to have absolutely no interest in the person for whom he was performing a funeral. Chandler glanced at the five people next to him-Monica, Ross, Rachel, Phoebe and Mike, all of whom were bawling their eyes out. But Chandler's eyes were dry, and had been since he'd heard the news.

"And now," the priest said, with a bit more enthusiasiam, now he was done with his part of the ceremony, "We have Joseph's best friend, Chandler Bing, who would like to say a few words."

Chandler took a deep breath and stood up. He didn't know why he'd agreed to do this. When Mr. and Mrs. Tribbiani had approached him about speaking at the ceremony, his first instict had been "Why me? Joey hated me." But the Tribbianis didn't know how Joey had felt about Chandler. They remembered Chandler as Joey's best friend. And so, consequently, Chandler was forced to speak, more for the Tribbiani's sake than anyone elses.

"Joey Tribbiani," he began slowly, "was, um, my best friend. And my roommate, for years. And, well, he the best roommate you could ever ask for. I remember a couple days after he moved in, we bonded over Baywatch. And after that, there was nothing that could seperate us.

"I guess you could say we lived a typical bachelor life. We had four other wonderful friends and they were always there for us. We hung out a lot, drank coffee, ate pizza. But.....it went deeper than that, too. Joey and I.....we just understood each other. To this day, I really don't know why, because we were completely different. Joey was the handsome, ladies man who always got the girl, and I was the awkward one who had trouble just asking girls out. But we connected.

"That connection is gone now, and I guess I'm still trying to work out how I'm ever going to live without it. And usually at funerals, the speaker talks about how he knows he can move on, and all that. But I don't think I can, because I'm really not sure how yet. So I guess all I have to say today is that I hope Joey's at peace. With God. Because he deserves it. So," he took a deep, shaky breath, "may angels lead you in, my friend," he whispered, "May angels lead you in."

May angels lead you in

Hear you me my friends

On sleepless roads

The sleepless go

May angels lead you in

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