The funeral wouldn't be for a couple days. It had been quiet and very emotional at the Summer's residence. Spike had taken to living in the basement at the request of Willow; he'd barely come up except for food. Xander and Anya were staying in Dawn's room for Dawn was always in Buffy's room and Giles was the one with the couch. It had only been a day since tradgedy struck and since Dawn was downstairs Willow finally walked into her dead best friends room. She wouldn't let herself cry, she knew Buffy wouldn't want it. Something caught her eyes though. She stared out the window and on it was an envelope taped to the glass. She took it and read the name Angel on it. A few tears fell but she continued to look. On Buffy's dresser there was an envelope fore Spike. As Willow really looked over the room she gathered up the envelopes which seemed to be addressed to every one of the scoobies.
When Willow went running downstairs she saw everyone in the living room. Perfect she thought as she stepped in front of everyone. They all looked at her supiciously. She didn't even say anything as she handed them out to everyone in the room. They all contained surprised faces as they saw what they were. Anya and Tara didn't get one for their names were on the envelopes of their lovers.
Before they were opened Willow addressed the room. "I found them in her room. I guess she knew the solution all along." She looked down and sat with Tara as everyone read their own.
Xander and Anya's contained an obvious goodbye. She told Xander thanks for letting her live this long to experience the good and the bad. She also told him that without him she would have broke a long time ago. She told Anya to take care of Xander and not to take life for granted. Giles' read like a suicide note. It contained stuff about finally getting what death is my gift means. She told him she would miss him and he was the only dad she ever had. Willow and Tara's contained a thank you. She told Willow not to worry about her and that she could have done nothing more. She said they were best friends and bonded forever and now it was her and Xander again. Xander caught the look Willow gave him and understood instantly what was in the note. Buffy told Tara to take care of Willow and that no matter how little she knew her that she would always be important. Dawn's note spoke of apologies. Buffy wrote about being sorry for Dawn having to witness her sister fall to her death. She told Dawn that she wouldn't be alone and not to hide in the shadows. Love was radiating in every single note.
Spike's was somewhat different. It read;
Dear Spike,
Hey I always knew I'd go down fighting, I just always thought we'd be fighting each other and I'd take you with me. That night in the alley you were right when you said I had a death wish. Don't feel bad about it because I don't. Even though I yelled and insulted you a lot I hope you know I couldn't have made it without you. Knowing you I can see you taking off pretty quick but I need a favor. No matter what Xander or anyone says I need you to be there. Protect them all... protect Dawn. I knew I was going to die the minute I went catatonic, I wanted to quit and I did. I don't love you like I love another but I do love you in my own wierd way. This is why you're the best one to go to L.A. It'll be hard for you but Angel needs to get my letter. Take it to L.A. please. I'll miss our little pointless banter and your head going whacky when you tried to hit me. I'll always be with you... William
P.S. - If Faith shows up she's not evil. Let her speak.
Spike held no tears but a smile. A sly smile only Buffy could bring to his face. When he looked up he saw the room looking at him. He instantly confined his feelings and walked to Willow. "Where's the letter to Angel?" He asked pretty straightforward
Willow handed it over, "So you're the one she asked to go to L.A?"
"Looks like." There was a small pause, "I'll be back in time for... well you know. I might have a few guests though."
Willow nodded. She had somehow become the leader of the group. The sun was just setting as Spike grabbed his coat and walked right out the door. The room was left to mourn their best friend and await umcoming guests.