Chapter 10- The Grail and the End… I s'pose

A/N: The final chapter. I don't own Monty Python.

The group approached the Grail with caution. Graham stood before it.

"Hello? Grail? We've come a long way to find you…" Graham said.

The Grail did not respond. John got incredibly angry.

"How dare you not respond when Graham speaks! He is your creator and-"

"I know who he is." The Grail said in a low voice. "Graham Chapman… and all of you…have come to see me. Here I am… Ask your questions."

John stepped up to the Grail.

"Well, I was in Palin Country and I was trying to get a living parrot but the shop owner won't take back the dead parrot he gave me."

"Why not get a lawyer?"

"A what?"

"A lawyer. Not only will you be able to sue for a new parrot but also for damages and counseling."

"Do you have one?"

"Here's a card for a good one."

A card shot out of the Grail. John caught it and smiled. Smoke Too Much stepped forward.

"Mr. Smoke Too Much?"

"Yes?"

"You can't say C?"

"That's right. I ban't say B."

"Then just replace the letter C with the letter K."

"B-c-cat! Color! I can say all I want to now!"

Mr. Smoke Too Much joined John as Michael stepped forward.

"Michael."

"Yes."

"What is going on with you is entirely psychosomatic. Just don't think that the Liberty Bell March will play Every time you say 'It's'."

"Are you sure it's going to work?" he asked.

"It just did."

Michael clapped joyfully. Graham stepped forward.

"And Graham."

"Yes."

"You want to know why you're here."

"Yes. Why am I-"

"I don't know."

"So I can go home, right?"

"Not exactly… you see, in England, you are dead… In fact, you are cremated… the only way that we could bring you back is to have you go into your body."

"Can you conjure it up?"

"I can try…" the Grail said.

It hummed and a Pepperpot appeared as the Grail disappeared.

"Hello, Graham." She said. She then produced an urn. "Spin three times as I say the magic words."

Graham complied. Before the Pepperpot could speak, Patsy bumped into her on "accident", knocking the urn to the ground, spilling its contents.

"Oops!" she said. "This'll take years to clean up."

Graham looked hopelessly at the ashes on the ground as Patsy did a victory dance.

A/N: Thus Endeth the story. Please Review but no flames.