By: Stephanie and Adam W.

Mimi Marquez looked at the doctor sitting in front of her with grim determination. "Just admit Doc, it's full blown AIDS isn't it? It's not just HIV anymore, it's the big one."

"Now Ms. Marquez what makes you think that?" the doctor asked.

"I almost died! Actually I think I was dead for a while there."

"Near deaths experiences are very common," the doctor insisted.

"I didn't almost die once!" Mimi cried.

"Well, I'll admit two is pretty uncommon but.."

"Who said it was only twice," she said shaking her head. "It wasn't even three times. Hell, it wasn't even four. I nearly died five freakin' times. By the fifth time I figured there's something wrong."

"Ms. Marquez..." the doctor started but once again Mimi cut him off.

"Don't try to butter me up doctor," she said shaking her head. "I have enough butter in my diet already. I have to steal those little butter packets from restaurants just to have something to eat. They taste really great at three in the morning."

"Well I'm shocked Ms. Marquez," the doctor said looking appalled.

"I know," Mimi said with a nod. "It's really tragic that I've been reduced to eating stolen butter packets."

"No, not that," the doctor said shaking his head. "I'm shocked they'd let you into a restaurant."

Mark, Roger, Maureen, Joanne, and Collins sat in the loft waiting for Mimi to return from the doctor's.

"Do you think it's full blown AIDS now?" Maureen asked.

"How could not be," Roger sighed looking out the foggy windows of the loft.

"Well maybe next time she gets sick she'll actually die," Collins shrugged.

"That girl is like a cat," Maureen nodded. "I think she has four lives left."

"All I know is I'm getting really sick of coming over and waiting for her to die," Joanne sighed. "I mean the first time she died and came back it was a wonderful miracle. The second time it was still pretty awesome. The third time it was still good but the magic was starting to ware off. The fourth time I was happy and all but it was so old by then. And the fifth one magical recovery was just too much. I'm almost ready to smother her with a pillow next time she's dying to make sure she stays dead."

"I'm getting really sick of playing that damn song," Roger said shaking his head. "Maybe next time I won't play it and see what happens."

"That might work," Mark nodded. "Or maybe Maureen could play her cowbell, that way Mimi won't even want to come back.

"Hey!" Maureen cried. "I play the cowbell beautifully."

"No one plays the cow bell beautifully," Collins sighed.

"He has a point," Joanne nodded.

Mimi did eventually die but not from AIDS as most people would expect. She got hit on the head by a sturgeon that fell from the Russian space station and conveniently died on impact so the others didn't have to go through the same old routine as with her other five near death experiences. The other bohemians gave her a beautiful funeral well as beautiful a funeral you can get when you're dirt poor. And Roger made sure not play "Your Eyes" because they didn't want Mimi springing out of the casket having had yet another miracle recovery.

On a completely different note, the Russians held a memorial for the sturgeon that cost twice as much as Mimi's had.

The End