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Last chapter, buddies. Hey, you over there, stop cheering. That's rude. :D

And now…I thank absolutely everyone!

AngelicRose8, Celixir, Vengeance, Insanity, The Magic Pickle Fairy, Charlotte, Lady Pendragon, Evanesce, PhantomoftheBasket, Gerikslover, Supergirrl, ExclamationPoint, FemmeLoki, LostBluePhantom, AnntoniaMarie, Daray5491, Songstressgirl07, moonservant, Christine Ruud, Whisper of the Winds, Anastasia Jones, staremerald, Wonder Wombat, Mrs. Gerard Butler, Icelands, Pawfoot, USDA-Certified Organic, Moriko Csove Doyle, The Fideal, Angel of Music lover, Luckii.Jinx, AceGray, SpringDaze, Lluna, Halt at X, PUNX13, redjegger, sing for me, #1Phan, Phantom Of the Opera Phan, Googleeyes, The-Phangirl-of-the-Opera, and, last but not least, I Dream of Erik.

Such a long list…ah well. If I forgot you, feel free to whack me with a rough item. Time for the final question!

What The Freak With The Ending?

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"Cough, gag, choke, sputter, hairball."

"Monsieur Raoul, could you repeat that?"

"Cough, sputter, whe-e-e-e-e-e-ze."

"Ah. You want to be taken inside the dismal auction place. Well, alright."

Miss Creepy Wheelchair Nun rolled the old and crumpled version of Raoul inside the Opera-Populaire-Turned-Auction-House. Inside was a man with his assistant, selling all the stuff they stole from the burned down building.

"And here is a nice wooden pistol. It has three pretty skulls attached to it. I don't know if it still works…" The auctioneer studied the prop for a second, and then accidentally fired it, shooting his assistant. The assistant died.

"Oh, um, well darn. That's the fourth one this week. And it's only Monday." He quickly scooted the body away from his auctioneer stand and chucked the pistol over his shoulder.

There was a small intermission as the police came and very slowly removed the body. All the while, Raoul was trying to flirt with whom he thought was Meg.

"Choke, stutter, cough?"

"What did you say to me?" Mme. Giry responded in a snappy tone. Immediately Raoul's old eyes went very wide. Real words actually came to him.

"You're still alive?"

"I'm only a few years older than you!" the older woman grumbled.

Raoul looked her up and down. "My, you're looking…blacker."

Miss Creepy Wheelchair Nun suddenly noticed her.

"Ah, hello, Madame Giry! How are you?"

"I am fine, Abigail," Madame Giry told her, impatiently waiting for the police to wrap up the body and for there to be a new assistant. This was taking much too long.

"You know, I still remember when you baby-sat my mother," Miss Creepy Wheelchair Nun, now named Abigail (because that's just such a pretty name), spoke up.

Raoul blinked a few times, wiped the drool that was forming on his chin, and sat back in his chair. Then the words actually sunk in. He turned around and looked at Abigail, and then at Mme. Giry.

"How old is she?" he whispered to M.S.W.N. She grinned a little bit.

"Madame Giry doesn't die, Monsieur," she said like everyone knew that.

Before Raoul could respond, the auctioneer got a new assistant.

"Now, see here! A nice monkey clapper thingy! We found it in the Lair of Fire Hazards."

The assistant held it up and pressed an invisible button, and the monkey began clapping and playing nice music…

"It's a small world, after all."

This beautiful song was met with pained screams that must surely be of joy. After a few minutes the song ended, and the screaming stopped. But then the bidding began.

First it was Raoul. Then Mme. Giry. Then Raoul. Then Mme. Giry. Then Raoul again.

You see, Raoul wanted this little contraption for a good reason. It had been on Christine's will…

My Will- Written by Christine.

1. Bury me with all my pretty dresses.

2. And give me a nice pretty gravestone.

3. Oh, and I want my Angel's little monkey thing. It was pretty too.

Madame Giry simply wanted it because it was owned by her ill-grateful friend. She heard voodoo was starting to become popular.

The bidding continued until Mme. Giry ran out of money. She was prepared to go all bitch-fitty against Raoul, but that wouldn't be fair. He was a cripple. So she just stood by while the monkey clapper was bought.

Raoul was wheeled outside, and Mme. Giry followed. As he drove off, she began to wonder if they sold fop pin cushions.

There was a very nice carriage ride, and Raoul had a few fantasies about a random stag that galloped by. But then they were in the graveyard. Abigail rolled Raoul out to his wife's grave. He noticed there was this pretty little red rose with a nice diamond ring around it on a black ribbon. Raoul wondered why in the world there was a diamond ring that big just sitting in the graveyard (you would have thought it would be taken).

Then he randomly decided he was going to turn his head and look in another direction. He really didn't know why he did that. Maybe he thought he was the Phantom's grave or something. Maybe he was just losing his mind from old age.

At this point, Raoul notices Abigail isn't there anymore. So he begins wheeling himself away when he has two warning shots fired into his head.

Liz walked over with a shotgun slung over her shoulder to the other five Merry Murderesses who were randomly hanging out around the graveyard.

"He had it comin'," she told Velma Kelly in slight defense.

"He only had himself to blame," V.K. reassured with a small shrug. Then Hunyak said something, but no one ever knows what she says. Then they left, going to look for Billy.

So it ended, and everyone lived happily ever after.

Except Raoul, who just got shot.

And Christine, who died.

And Erik, who lost Christine.

And Madame Giry, who didn't get the monkey clapper thing.

And Meg, who is nowhere to be seen.

And Fandre, who lost the Opera House.

And Carlotta, who lost her lover.

And Pianji, who died.

And Joseph, who got hanged.

So no one really had a happy ending. No, wait, scratch that. Carlotta's poodle lived happily ever after.

Don't you just love happy endings?

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A/N: I thought Meg wouldn't look exactly like her mom, so it must be Madame Giry.

Kat097 thought up Lair of Fire Hazards. I just thought it was funny.

Small Chicago references. But whatever. This is the end. The end! (Review!)