The twins came to the graveyard discreetly. Nothing out of the ordinary for them. The had sunglasses on and kept their heads bowed. In each of their hands was a bouquet of roses. They walked through the cemetery quickly and quietly, trying to make as little noise as possible. They passed each headstone without looking left or right. They knew where they were going.

It was a brisk fall day. The leaves were just beginning to change and the sun shone through them, making the whole area look warm with oranges and yellows. A sharp wind blew through the graveyard, rattling the trees.

They knelt down beside the a marble headstone, setting the flowers on the damp earth. They made the sign of the cross over the grave, and across their bodies.

"Romeo passed last night," Connor said first. "In his sleep. 'Twas very peaceful. Didn't even cry."

"Aye," Murphy agreed. "Said he missed you somethin' awful though."

"We all miss ya somethin' awful," Connor said. "Dolly and Duffy bought the flowers fer ya."

"Spent hours tryin' ta think of what kind you would like," Murphy gave a weak chuckle.

"They got there in the end."

They were silent for a moment.

"'Tis not the same without ya," Murphy bowed his head.

"Been five years though. Five years since ya left."

"Five years since the fuckin' cancer took ya away."

They both reached out and touched the gravestone, tracing the words carefully with their calloused fingers.

"We wish we could be as strong as you," Connor said softly. "Because going on through life without ya hurts."

"Sometimes we turn around, expecting ya ta be there with some joke or another."

"Or we wait for some poor bastard ta try and flirt with ya."

They both gave watery chuckles.

"We still ain't smokin'. Never plan to, fer you."

"We stopped drinking awhile ago too. After Ma's liver gave out."

"We're still hunkering down in the middle of nowhere in Washington."

"If only because we promised ya we would."

The twins sat there in silence, holding onto each others hands. They stood up after a few minutes and bowed their heads. They spoke softly, trying not to let their voices break or let the tears muffle their words.

"And shepherds we shall be, for Thee, my Lord, for Thee. Power hath descended forth from Thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command. So we shall flow a river forth to Thee and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine patri et filli et spiritus sancti."

They took a deep breath and stood closer to each other.

"Goodbye, little leprechaun."

Arms around each other, the two MacManus twins left the graveyard. In the dim light, the words on the headstone could still be read, etched into the marble five years ago.

Here lies Sarah MacManus. Loving sister and faithful daughter. 1975-2012

Sorry it's kind of short. I just wanted to post what I imagined the end of her life would be.