A/N: Here it is. The last chapter. When you're done reading and then crying your eyeballs out, please review.
The mourners made their way up to the casket, murmuring to one another, remembering the man they all knew and loved at one point or another. Flowers were placed on and around the coffin, people letting tears slip down their stinging cheeks as they left pictures, small tokens or even letters. Elliot, Olivia, Fin and Cragen hung back, letting the few friends and family pay their respects before they each said goodbye one last time.
"I never thought he'd die this way," Olivia said after a while. "Never crossed my mind that he could get killed any day of the week. Never crossed my mind that any of us could die. I always knew, somewhere, that we wouldn't come back one day, but it never seemed real."
"I know 'Liv, I know," Elliot comforted. Kathy and the kids came over.
"Are you ready, Elliot?" Kathy asked.
"In a minute." He gave a little smile, trying to tell her he was fine, but she knew he wasn't. Knew he wouldn't be for a long time, if ever. She herded their children towards the gates, hushing them when they asked a question. Elliot watched them as they moved away then looked back up at the casket. The mourners had almost all dispersed and there were only a couple of people left now.
Elliot went up with Olivia, each laying a flower upon the coffin. They stood for a moment and left, Olivia with tears in her eyes. Then Fin and Cragen went up, each laying a flower on the box as well. Fin glanced at the coffin quickly, then pulled out a picture of his deceased partner. He left as Cragen stood, looking down at the casket.
"You know, John, you will be missed. I don't think you ever fully knew the amount of love and respect you received on a day to day basis. God, this is hard. There were times when I wanted to strangle you, and others when honestly, I wanted to hug you for the good you did. For the things you figured out, even if it did mean listening to wacky conspiracy theories." He laughed lightly. "Never thought I'd miss you this much, John. Never thought I'd have to stand here and say goodbye to you one last time." He wiped a tear from his eye. Looking up to the sky, he said, "Goodbye, Munch," as the heavens opened up and the rain fell. After all, the weather pays no heed to grieving souls.
A/N: Don't you just hate me for killing him? I hate me for killing him. -snif...snif...sob...snuffle- I wish I didn't do it but I did. I KILLED MUNCH!!! AAHH!! -sob...sob...sob...sob...sob...sob...sob...sob...sob...sob...sob- WHY DID I DO IT? Anyways, when you're done crying, god knows I did, please review. It might make me bring him back, in another story at least.