Chapter 3
A DiVAS Funeral
Beatrix's bare feet pressed against the warm sand. She stood next to Bill, who sorrowful eyes were gazing out at the soft sunset. Next to Bill was Elle, her eyes filled with hate. Elle tried to catch Bea's eye. Elle still held Bea in contempt for the Vegas incident. But that did not matter now. Not at a funeral. Python had been gone for 3 months, and so was now proclaimed dead. It was time for his funeral. Also present was O-Ren Ishii, her jet black hair tied in a bun, and Budd, wearing a black cowboy hat in mourning. Vernita Green was on a mission, and thus not present. With the mourners present, the funeral began.
As the funeral started, Bill spoke briefly in Klingon. " Python, jup." In other words, "Python, friend." Elle smirked as Budd dabbed at his eyes with a tissue. Soft little redneck, thought Elle. Elle's glance only lingered on Budd for a split second before she turned her attention back to the funeral. Bill and Budd, who knew Python best, gave short eulogies. While Bill spoke calmly, though with a shaky voice, Budd couldn't help himself. He stopped twice in his eulogy, too distraught to continue. After these came the final part of the ceremony. Bill drew his Hanzo sword from it's sheath. He etched the letters P-Y-T-H-O-N in the sand, and then, with a broad stroke drew a line under the name. And the DiVAS stood there, stationary and quiet, until the whipping winds of the desert blew Python's name from the sand.