A few days later…

They were all standing there, at Quigley's house dressed in black.

'They' were Quigley, Klaus, Isadora, Duncan, Sunny (who was living with Quigley again) and the three newborn triplets, who of course were not standing, but were sitting quietly in their triplet-stroller.

"So-are you saying anything at the funeral Quig?" Klaus tried to make conversation, but Quigley just shook his head.

"Oh-ok."

Isadora tried to continue the conversation:

"Are you saying anything Klaus?"

"You know I am, I read it out to you already."

"Oh, yeah, what about you sunny?"

"I wrote a poem, you helped me."

"Oh, I remember that too."

Duncan could see that the conversation was going nowhere, so he decided to change the subject.

"Well, we'd better get going if we want to be there on time."

"Yeah, you're right, let's go. Everyone ready?" Isadora looked around, everyone was dressed and groomed, the baby triplets were buckled up in their stroller, and no one needed to go to the toilet. So they headed out the door.

Everyone had decided to walk to the funeral home; it wasn't that far, and it was a nice sunny day. Warm and there was no breeze, and the birds were happily darting in and out of trees. Violet would've loved this kind of weather Klaus thought. He missed her a lot.

"Now we are going to listen to Sunny Baudelaire, and she is going to read 'A series of couplets for my sister.'"

Sunny knew that was her cue to get up, so she did so, very slowly.

"As her life uncurled,

I knew that Violet was the best sister in the world.

She was always so strong,

She used to sing me a song.

It told how much she loved Klaus and me,

And our friends Isadora, Duncan, and Quigley.

She always helped us out of strife,

So many times she saved my life.

Violet was the best inventor there was,

And I will always miss her because,

She loved me too,

And Violet I love you."

"That was beautiful Sunny, now we have Klaus Baudelaire."

Now it was Klaus's turn:

"Violet was my older sister, and she held the family together. Subsequent to the terrible inferno that killed our parents; she was the one who was strong, and when we were chased far and wide by a voracious, murderous villain, she never let anything dire happen to us. Sure there were those times when nothing could be done, but Sunny, the Quagmire triplets, and I are still here, because of Violet.
Violet used to say: "There's always something." And even though I have yet to find anything, there must be something good that can come from this. I'll never stop searching."

Almost everybody was crying now, not big weeping sobs, but silent tears, traveling down their cheeks. Everybody that was, excepting for Quigley, he had that same emotionless expression that he'd had since Violet died.

Why did all these people keep talking to him? Why won't they just leave him alone? It was the reception, everybody kept talking to him about Violet, and the new triplets, Quigley didn't want to talk about it.

Two years ago…

Everybody was smiling, talking, and eating. Violet looked beautiful in her exquisite whit dress on one side of him, and on the other side at the table was little sunny: the flower girl.
All these people, family, friends; the people who Quigley loved were at his wedding reception.
Quigley loved receptions…

Quigley hated receptions.