Sitting in her favorite chair, wearing her favorite fluffy robe with a glass of her favorite wine nearby, April briefly touched the end of her pen to her lips while thinking. Her stereo was playing softly in the background as she debated music.

What kind of tone would she want at her memorial when the time came? Something somber? Something inspirational? Something that reflected her personality?

Her thoughts wandered to thinking of her friends. Would Illya choose jazz? She honestly couldn't imagine anything else. Mark? Mark would likely choose one of the folk songs he was so fond of.