3 days have passed since Hammy's death. RJ, Verne (who ONCE AGAIN doesn't give a shit), Ozzy. Spike, Bucky, Quillo, Heather, and Hammy's mom are at the funeral. They sit in the church. Hammy's body is in a casket. Hammy's friends, Bucky, Quillo, Spike, and RJ look at him and they each remember a special time with him. Soon, the church fills up with relatives that have come to pay their respects to the guy who made them laugh so many countless times. The funeral director speaks.

"We have gathered here today to pay respects to Hammy the squirrel, son and friend to many of us. He had lung cancer; a terrible disease that has taken so many lives. We, as his friends and family, shall pray for his safe accent into heaven. We shall now say the Hail Mary 86 times."

They all say the Hail Mary 86 times, and each time they say it, more and more tears start to come out. Except for Verne. Who said "fuck this shit" 86 times.

The funeral director speaks toward Verne. "Excuse me sir, but if you make one more disrespectful remark, I will have to ask you to leave."

"Alright, alright." Said Verne.

"Now, we shall say the Our Father."

They say the Our Father. As they say the prayer, they feel Hammy's living presence in the room, even though they all knew he was and is dead. As always, except Verne.

"Now, if anybody would like to say a few words about Hammy, please come up here now."

The first person to speak about Hammy was RJ. He walked up to the podium, with tears in his eyes.

"Hammy was always a funny guy. He always knew what to do when he had to do it. I must admit, when he spoke, it was hard to follow him sometimes. I never thought his life would end like this. He was like a brother to me... a son. I'm gonna miss him."

RJ walked away from the podium, somewhat crying. As he walked away, Hammy's mom, walked up to the podium. She was almost completely in tears as she spoke.

"Hammy was a talented boy. Some would say that he was the next Pee-Wee Herman. I would say that he was the best son a mother could have. I'm gonna miss him too."

Hammy's mom walked away, crying. The next person to go up was Bucky. He was also in tears.

"Hammy was my best friend. He would always whup my butt in video games, but I didn't care. At least, not at that time. Now I wish he were still alive, so we can play more games. I'm gonna miss him."

Bucky walked away, as Spike walked up to the podium, also in tears.

"Hammy was a good friend. He was always there when we needed him most. Now he's gone. I gonna miss him."

Spike, not thinking of anything more to say, walked away. Quillo went up next.

"Hammy was an excellent friend. He also was like a big brother to me. I'll miss him."

Quillo walked away, in tears.

Next was... Verne

"Well... Hammy was stupid, gay, and I HOPE HE ROTS IN THAT FUCKING CASKET!!!! See what cookies and nuts and caffine has done to you, Hammy? HUH??!!! SEE WHAT RJ HAS DONE TO YOU??!! SEE WHAT--

Before Verne continued with that heinous speech, security took him away.

"LET GO OF ME!!! I'M SPEAKING THE TRUTH!!!" Yelled Verne.

As the security gaurds took him outside the church, "Don't even think on coming back here." said one security gaurd.

"What are you gonna do to me? Beat me? That's not your job. HA! In your face!"

"Actually, that's HIS job." A HUGE, MUSCULAR gaurd came out, cracking his knuckles.

"Mommy..." Whimpered Verne.

Punches were heard from inside the church, then an ambulance, because Verne got his ass kicked so badly.

The last person to go up was Heather. Heather, for one of the few times in her life, was in tears. When she spoke, she spoke straight from the heart.

"Well, this is it. After years of fighting and conflict, here we are. Hammy's in a casket, and I'm here, talking at his funeral. It's surprising what we take for granted. We think were invincible, but when we least expect it, death comes and takes us away; away from our friends, away from our families. Once, I thought of Hammy as an egotistical, crazy but funny person, but as time went on, my opinion of him changed. Now I think of him as a loving, caring, light-hearted, and still funny person. I once didn't care about him that much, and now that he's in that casket, I can finally admit to myself, as well as to all of you, that I love him. Hammy, I love you, and I'll miss you."

Heather walked away, crying as she kissed the casket. The funeral director stepped up to the podium.

"If that is everybody, please follow me to Hammy's burial spot. There, we will say one final prayer."

The story turns to Hammy's point of view: Who is in Heaven eating cookies, finding nuts, and the very, very most important part... hanging out with his father.

If I could get

Another chance

Another walk

Another dance with him

I'd play a song that never ever end

How I'd love, love, love

To dance with my father again

Every night I fall asleep

And this is all I ever dream

With that, the story went back to the people's point of views, and the group went to the burial grounds. They said one final prayer, went to the proceeding lunch-in, and went back to the hedge, and when Hammy's mom headed for the airport to back to her home, where they divided Hammy's possessions according to his will. It was truly the saddest day of their lives.

BOOMSHACKLACKA!!! My first drama COMPLETE in ONE day. I also realized... I FORGOT TO ADD STELLA!!! DAMN!! Oh, well... At least I did a good story.

Review please! Flames welcome. I know you guys feel sad, just tell me your opinions.

Lyrics: Dance With My Father- Luther Vandross