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Chapter 16: The Perfect Day For A Funeral.

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

"Argh!" I groaned as I reached over and turned off my alarm clock.

Several days had gone by since the night Lilly talked to me on the stairs and I found on the horrible, dark, twisted truth. I still couldn't believe what had happened. How blind I was to the truth.

Grudgingly I got out of bed. It was nine o'clock in the morning. I just wanted to stay in bed. I really didn't want to do anything on this particular day. I sighed as I went to my wardrobe and grabbed some clothes. Now you're probably wandering why I hate this day. Well yes I've hated a lot of days but this one particularly.

Today marks the three month anniversary of Lilly's death and to honour this, the Truscott family has decided to finally put her to rest. It was kinda about time in my book. I just wanted this to be over and I want to move on from all of this. But I have to agree on the Truscotts deciding to do it on a special day.

"Miley, you up?" My father's voice drifted up the stairs.

"Yes Dad, just getting dressed." I called back.

"Good, we'll be leaving in just over an hour."

"Okay."

I searched my bedroom for my socks and pulled them on. I was halfway to the bathroom when I realised I had one white sock and one black one on. I sighed and threw them off and reached for some black tights instead. This time I managed to make it all to the bathroom without any stops along the way.

Thirty minutes later I emerged from the bathroom towelling my hair. I had cleaned my teeth and gone through the shower. I heard Jackson asking Dad where his suit jacket is and Dad telling him where it was and reminding him of the time.

Better get moving I told myself as I quickly dried my hair.

Another half an hour later I found myself downstairs in a black dress, black tights, black hat with a clear back veil. I was even carrying a black handbag for the occasion. Dad and Jackson were both sporting black suits.

Soon came a knock from the door: it was Oliver also in a black suit, but without a tie, holding a bunch of white lilies.

"They for Lilly?" I asked in almost a whisper.

Oliver resigned himself to just nod in agreement. He gave me one and one to Dad and Jackson.

"It's time." Dad whispered in a hoarse voice as though he was trying to hold back tears.

We stumbled out of our house and made it to our car as Oliver got in with his parents. This was not going to be fun.

We soon made it to the church. Lilly had wanted to be buried here. She told me once not a few months ago. We had been driving by and Oliver, the doughnut, had asked us how we preferred to die.

(His actual question was 'Would you rather be burned, buried alive, drowned or beheaded', I had said beheaded because it was quick and painless, Oliver said drowned for some reason and Lilly had agreed with me). As we were talking about it, we had passed by the church and Lilly said she would like to be buried with her family here. Over 6 generations of Truscotts have been buried here and she would like to be part of that tradition. But at least today, Lilly would be getting her wish.

We slowly started to walk towards the cemetery where a group of solemn looking people stood standing, nervously as though they didn't (or rather couldn't) socialise with people. Then again this isn't really an event most people like to bond with people. The question 'So, how did you guys meet?' 'Oh a funeral' isn't one for the books. Another major problem is how do you make conversation? What kinda of subjects do you bring up in conversation? Do you say things like 'So, how do you know the deceased's family?' I think not somehow and I think 'The weather is nice' goes only so far in this kind of situation but at least some words were exchanged.

Anyway, a quarter of an hour later the service begun. Mrs Truscott was silently weeping in a corner with her brother's arm around her, supporting her. Mr Truscott and his jerk of a girlfriend were huddle in a corner. Mr Truscott was crying into a handkerchief but it looked like his girlfriend didn't look so worried almost…relieved in a way. I guess she must have finally gotten her wish at last.

I soon found someone's hand on my shoulder and pull me into a one hand hug. I looked around and found that it was Jake. I couldn't help but silently cry into his shoulder. He just pulled me into tighter and put his other hand around me. Jake and I just stood there, crying. Both of us.

Suddenly I felt the pitter patter of rain. I rushed over to Dad who handed me an umbrella he had taken from the car just in case. Lucky for me. We weren't the only ones. Everyone else was scrambling for an umbrella as well. Well it was turning out to be the perfect day for a funeral. Soon it was time, Dad and I stood up to do a song together. Lucky for me again, everyone here knew I was Hannah Montana.

"Ready?" Dad whispered

I could only nod as Dad started strumming up 'True Friend'.

"I would like to sing today a song that expresses everything about my best friend Lilly, who was taken before her time." I said in a croaky voice.

Slowly I began to get the words out, it was a hard task. Through-out the song I noticed people's expressions. They were crying, but it was sort of like Harry's experience with the Mirror of Erisred. His Mum was crying but also smiling, just like the people here today.

Soon after a few minutes the song ended with me crying on the last note. Jake rushed up and handed me a tissue which I used to dab my eyes. I knew what was next, the placing of the roses (or in Lilly's case, lilies) on her coffin.

Lilly parents and family went first and then it was Oliver and his family. I saw Oliver kiss his hand and then the coffin. I guess even in death he will always love Lilly just how she will always love him in death. Next came our turn.

I slowly walked up behind Dad and Jackson. I heard Dad mummer something along the lines of that he was glad to know her and will miss her. Jackson said something similar and then I came after that.

"Goodbye my friend, have a happy afterlife. Who knows? I may see you again one day. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not in fifty years but I promise I will see you one of these days." I whispered placing the lily on the coffin.

That's a promise I intend to keep.

Only I really knew the true meaning of what I had said. No one else knew my little meetings with the spirit of my friend. It was kinda weird in a way.

I walked back to where Dad was waiting for me. We were ready to sing the next song. As Dad and I launched into 'I Miss You' I noticed out, standing next to her grandparents graves was the ghost of Lilly. She was watching the funeral with an open expression. I just hoped it lived up to her standards. I watched her looking at me, listening to me sing. It was kinda nice.

"I miss you…" I ended but this time speaking directly to Lilly who started to cry.

Everyone kinda clapped. I smiled a little and noticed Lilly was smiling. I gave her a smile and she gave me a nod.

And then I woke up.

A/N: So please REVIEW you're thoughts! Oh btw Captain Holly: you asked me to get this up tonight so look, I'm getting this up tonight =)