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April's funeral was about a week after her death. You didn't expect that many people to show up, because you thought that you and the boys were her only friends...you were very wrong. You swear a hundred people showed up at the funeral.

Of course April's family was there, you exchanged a couple solemn words with both of her parents, and April was the spitting image of her mother. You spoke to some of her other family members but not much. Most of the people that showed up were her friends. Friends that you didn't even know she had.

You realized that most of them were from her childhood, she must have been close to most of them.

It hurt to hear other people talk about April and her death.

"It's so horrible that she died so tragically. Must have been a horrific scene." One particularly odd individual that she must of been aquatinted with said to you. You had the urge to make a remark about the fact that you were the one who found her body, but decided against it, not wanting to sound too morbid.

You sat in between Mark and Roger and kept yourself from so much as tearing up for the first half of the funeral, that was until you were asked to speak.

You hadn't planned on saying anything, but this was April.

You exchanged a nervous glance with both Mark and Roger before making your way up to the alter.

There was a microphone, and you stepped up to it quickly, not daring to glance and the open casket holding her body only feet from you. You cleared your throat quickly and tried to think of touching words, although nothing all that touching came to mind. Just start simple. You think you yourself.

"April was-" You stop at the sound of how shaky your voice sounds. You look at the crying people across the beautiful church and take a breath, trying to start again.

"April was one of my good-" You stop for the second time.

"Best." You say. "April was my best friend." You tell the audience. "We only met a couple months ago, but I knew we had hit it off the moment we met." You tell them honestly, continuing to tell the story of how you met.

A few people laughed at points, due to the fact that you had moved on from what was a melancholy speech to simply retelling stories of crazy things that April had done when you were with her.

Eventually though, you had to close the speech.

"I know that April would not have wanted us all to greive...because April was one of those people who always wanted everyone else to be happy before even she was." You say.

"April may have died tragically, and her last few weeks may not have been her finest..." You start.

"But what are a few weeks of sadness compared to a lifetime of happiness and adventure?" You ask the audience.

"April wouldn't want us to remember her as sickly and dying. She'd want us to remember her as the fantastically eccentric human being that she was." You tell it as though it was the most truthful thing you had ever said, and for all you know it might have been.

"I still can't believe that this is real. It seems like some horrific nightmare that I'm gonna wake up from any second now...but accepting the fact that this is real is the only thing we can do now. When I understand this is real, my only comfort is in knowing that she in in a better place; up there she will be with me...with all of us wherever we go, until we meet and laugh again like we used to. Thank you." You finish, and realize that you had made it through the entire speech without shedding a single tear.

You take a breath and step down from the alter, and head toward your seat, accidentally (or maybe not) looking at the black casket that held her body. Suddenly, upon looking at her pale body in that black dre-

You take a moment. You knew that dress. Wait.

It was the same black dress that she wore on her and Roger's anniversary. You feel tears stinging your eyes, and suddenly you start bawling, looking at her beautiful face and her full head of red hair that went so perfectly with the rest of her and the necklace that she was wearing, and the way the dress hugged her body, and then you realized how badly you wanted to hug her.

To feel her. To feel her arms wrapped around your body, to pull away and see her gorgeous smile.

That smile.

You'd never see it again. Neither that or her eyes.

Her eyes were the best part of that smile. That wouldn't make sense to anyone but you and anyone else who spent time admiring her perfect smile.

It hurt. More than anything. You wanted to leave. You wanted to run back to your seat and sit there in silence...but you couldn't. You lean over the casket, unaware of who was watching, and place a kiss on April's forehead.

You have to resist flinching at the feel of her once warm but now cold and clammy skin against your lips.

You pull away, and see a single tear fall from your face onto her cheek, and you instinctively wipe it away. "Don't cry April. Everything's okay now." You say to the corpse lying in front of you, even though you and everyone else in the room knew that corpses don't cry. You suppose this was a good thing...

But then again,

Corpses don't smile either.