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A/N: Here's another one for you! Hope you like it. Enjoy!
Neal looked down at the pile of veggies on his plate in growing horror. Celery, carrots and cucumber oh my, the horror, the horror. In all his 65 years he still had not gotten over his dislike, no hatred of vegetables. His children thankfully had not inherited this terrible relationship with the "healthy". In fact his daughter had a disgustingly sweet feeling about his sworn enemy the cucumber. Nasty little boogers designed to torture "sane" people. Closing his eyes he shoved the nefarious cucumber into his mouth.
Ha! Now Kel couldn't bother him about eating his veggies. Where was Kel? Getting up from his seat without chewing on the cucumber he started his search. In a dark hallway he found Kel shoved up against the wall making out with his 78 year old cousin Dom. Gods it took those two idiots long enough. What! Kel is kissing Dom. He inhaled too quickly and the cucumber lodged itself in his throat.
He ran around using the universal sign for choking trying to get their attention. In his haste he tripped on a rug and ran into King Maggot's crown. King Roald had it displayed low on the wall for everyone to see. A sign of his father's victory over the Scanran's with lots of help from both Lady Knights. The sharp, pointy, nasty metal teeth stabbed him in the eye and went right into what he considered a brain.
In fact his wife was surprised that they were long enough to reach. For his funeral pyre many attended. The royal family, entire court, as an unnecessary honor the entire crowd restrained from eating vegetables for an entire week in Neal's honor. There was much laughter and storytelling at his funeral. By now the crew was used to death in their family. The oldest was the legendary Lioness. A cranky, stubborn great-grandmother who traded in her sword for a cane, which was just as equally terrify she terrorized all the younger generations. Without her husband George to control her, she was pretty much left alone because of her name and temper.
She told the best stories of how ridiculous Neal was when he was her squire. All the way up to his face when his daughter told him she was going to be knight. That was her favorite story, mostly because it was the only one she could honestly remember. As the flames died and the crowd dwindled the family moved on to their life. Shinko had kept up her cool Yamani mask through the entire ordeal. She was the only one not laughing when Prince Jon's son was discovered snogging Lianne, his longtime sweetheart.
Like he would have wanted everyone Neal loved was happy and carrying on without him. Except for her, it was hard when you lost the love of your life. Well at least he had died well. He had brought down his sworn enemy with him, the Cucumber. On his grave she had personally inscribed:
He died killing his nemesis, the last vegetable he fought.
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