A/N: Henry's up! After him will be Tiff, then we're done! Hope you've enjoyed! R&R! XO, KJ

"Let's hear it again for John, y'all," the DJ says. "Okay, we've got another classic up for you next. How about The Casinos? Henry! You're up, man!"

Melinda blushes as her husband makes his way to the stage.

"What's he singing?" I ask her.

"Then You Can Tell Me Good-bye," she says with a smile. "It's the song we danced to at our wedding."

"Aw," Tiffani, Casey, and I swoon.

"Shut up," Melinda giggles.

Henry's rich baritone voice floods through the room as the song begins.

Kiss me each morning for a million years
Hold me each evening by your side
Tell me you'll love me for a million years
Then if it don't work out
Then if it don't work out
Then you can tell me goodbye

Melinda sways back and forth to the tune, quite obviously lost in her own thoughts.

Sweeten my coffee with a morning kiss
Soften my dreams with your sighs
Tell me you'll love me for a million years
Then if it don't work out
Then if it don't work out
Then you can tell me goodbye

As the organ solo winds down, Henry smiles brightly at his wife.

If you must go, oh no, I won't grieve
If you wait a lifetime before you leave

Then if you must go
Mmm, I won't tell you no
Just so that we can say we tried
Tell me you'll love me for a million years
Then if it don't work out
Then if it don't work out
Then you can tell me goodbye

Henry draws out the last syllable of the song for a good five seconds. I glance to Melinda and her eyes are watering and she's wiping tears from her cheeks. Casey pulls the medical examiner to her for a hug.

"Quite the guy you've got there, doc," she says.

Melinda nods her head. "He's somethin' else alright," she says with a grin. "That was great, honey," she says when he gets back to the table.

"I'd marry you all over again, Mel," Henry says.

"Aw," Casey grins and turns to John. "Why don't you ever--"

"Stop," he holds up a hand. "I sang Sinatra for you."

"Okay," she grins.

"Where is Miss Tiffani?" the DJ asks, pretending to scan the crowd. "Oh yeah! The noisy table! Go figure! Get up here and sing us some Madonna, Tiff!"

"That's my cue," she says, sliding off her stool and kissing Fin quickly on the cheek before she goes to the stage.