Author's Note: Sorry that this one's so short.

And so we buried Gaston right there, in a plot dug by Dominique and I. We used two of Gaston's knives as makeshift shovels. I had wanted to go back and get Chanal and Anne, as well as some of Gaston's cronies and maybe D'Arque, to help, but Dominique was terrified that while we returned to the village, Gaston could awake again and die alone, or that the Beast would come along and destroy the body. I suggested that I could go back and Dominique could stay with Gaston, but she shook her head.

"No… We can't risk waiting. We need to bury him now."

And so we did. We didn't risk having a marker. I mean, after all I really didn't know how to write and Dominique was too distraught to remember Gaston's date of birth, but most of all we were afraid of retribution by whatever had killed Gaston. After we finally managed to dig the hole, and get Gaston in the hole, Dominique stood up.

"We should say a few words," she stated. "I don't know any quotes to give you for your funeral, Gaston." She paused for a moment before adding bitterly, "I guess your Belle could do that better for you." Another tear rolled down her eye and she wiped at it with the edge of her dress. "But I don't think, Gaston… I don't think you would have wanted that. I think you would have wanted someone to say what I'm about to say. Gaston, you were the most beautiful man ever. You were so tall, with such great dark hair, and you could pick up such large things. Which was incredibly amazing. I am sure if Chanal and Anne were here, they would agree with me. I remember, we used to argue over you. I would say, 'Gaston will fall in love with ME,' and Anne would go, 'NO. He loves ME,' and then Chanal would say, 'Who's better suited to a tall, dark, sexy man than a tall, dark beautiful woman?'" Dominique seemed to realize she was getting off-track. "Anyway, what I wanted to say was… We can't forget you, Gaston. We… we love you. Still. And always." She began crying, and through her loud sobs she blurted, "We'll…still…have…our…little…ren…DEZ…vous. Always."

And then it was my turn.

"Gaston… uh… you were a hunter. Always. And you hunted. And you were amazing. Just like Dominique said. Uh, you were… Gaston. Yes, I mean… You…" I thought back to that day in the bar when I'd cheered him up. It seemed like so long ago. "Perfect. A pure paragon. Of everything." A pause. "That's all I can say."

We dropped the dirt over him and, after another awkward pause, we began the long walk back to the village.