"Danny, are you almost ready?" Jazz asked as she walked into his room. Instead of her usual attire, she was wearing a black dress with a subtle v-neck line and black flats. Her usual blue bow, was replaced with a black headband.

Danny had been staring at his reflection, which was also different from his usual attire. He wore a black suit with a white dress shirt and a black tie, and black shoes. Danny had been dreading this day for a while, but he knew that it was nothing compared to what Sam was feeling. Since the day he and Tucker found Sam crying in the bathroom, they had stuck by her side and even slept over at her house. When they weren't comforting Sam, they would allow themselves to break down. Sam's grandmother was one of a kind, and over the years, she slowly became a grandmother figure to him and Tucker. Even though she had lived a long life, she still seemed to have so much spirit in her. It didn't feel real. Danny sighed and straightened his tie, even though he had been straightening it for the past few minutes. He knew that he had to get to the Synagogue earlier since he and Tucker were pallbearers along with a few of Sam's cousins.

"Yeah." Danny responded numbly as he walked to Jazz. Before he could get by, she pulled him in for a hug. Danny leaned into her shoulder and hugged her back.

"It's okay to cry." Jazz whispered into his ear, tears forming in her own eyes. While she wasn't around Grandma Manson as much, she did care about the woman. Not only that, but she was an empathetic person, and seeing her brother so sad affected her.

Danny sniffed and swallowed the lump that formed in his throat, afraid his voice would betray him. He patted her back gently as an indicator to be released. "Yeah. But not today. Today is about Sam and her family." Danny walked down the stairs and saw his parents waiting in their living room. They had also traded their usual jumpsuits for appropriate funeral attire. His mom was also wearing a black dress with long sleeves and black tights, with small heels. His dad was wearing a black suit with a white undershirt and a black tie as well.

Maddie released Jack's hand to go to her son. She cupped his cheeks and looked into his eyes to see the strength he was using to not cry. "Danny..."

"Not today, Mom," Danny responded as he placed his hands on her hands to reassure her. "We have to go."

His parents nodded and the Fenton family made their way out of the house.

When Danny got to the Synagogue, he made his way to one of the rooms that held a series of Rabbi attire, books, candles, and the Torah, while his family made their way to the main room to get their seats. Since the Manson family had considered the Fentons and the Foleys as family, they had reserved seats near the front.

Danny saw Tucker standing near the Rabbi attire, fidgeting with his PDA. "Hey, Tucker," Danny said, getting his attention. Tucker slid the PDA into his suit jacket. Tucker's suit was identical to Danny's, as they got them at the same time. They wanted to make sure that they did everything right and looked right for Sam and her family.

"Have you talked to Sam today?" Tucker asked.

Danny shook his head. "I figured I would let her be with her family." Tucker nodded, and right on cue, Sam's cousins walked in.

Sam stared at her reflection as she placed the black headband into her hair. Today, she let her hair down, ditching the green hair tie. She looked at herself, but there was nothing behind her eyes. She stared blankly at her reflection, trying to focus on her outfit. She was also wearing a black dress, with a turtle neck line, capped sleeves, and black tights. She swallowed back her tears as she looked at herself, smoothing the dress down. She remembered opening the bag that held this dress, which was a birthday present from her grandmother. Her parents, of course, hated the dress as it went against their cheery perspective, but Sam loved it. It gave a vintage gothic vibe that Sam adored. She remembered smiling brightly at her grandmother, holding her tight, thanking her for the dress. Sam's grandmother beamed at her affection and held her just as tight, cherishing this moment with her granddaughter.

That moment seemed so long ago now. The smile that Sam had when she first looked at the dress was gone and replaced with a somber look. Numbly, Sam grabbed the earrings that her mother had placed on her desk earlier, claiming that they were her grandmother's, and started putting them in.

As she looked in the mirror, she noticed the bandage wrapped around her right hand. She sighed as she remembered the events of Danny and Tucker running to her as she cried on the bathroom floor. Danny held her close to his chest, rocking her back and forth in an attempt to soothe her as Tucker cleaned her hand, taking the glass pieces out of her knuckles and wrapping it in a temporary bandage.

She knew they were talking, but their voices never reached her ears. It wasn't until Danny lifted her chin to look at him that she realized he was asking her a direct question. The expression she gave Danny must've worried him more because he looked at Tucker, said something as he shifted into Phantom, then picked Sam up and flew her to her bedroom, where she continued crying into his chest.

She didn't know if it was a few hours or a few minutes after Danny brought her home until Tucker came in. She didn't stop crying as he crawled on the other side of her bed and held her from behind. She sighed as she felt she didn't deserve her friends, given the disaster she put them through earlier that day. When she cried out the last tears she could muster, they surrounded her with her favorite snacks as they started a movie marathon of all of her favorite movies.

San finished placing the backing of the earring and dared a glance at the envelope her mother placed on her desk, with Sam's name in her grandmother's handwriting. When she looked at the envelope, her mother had told her that her grandmother wanted her to read it before the funeral.

Now that she was all dressed and had to leave for the funeral soon, she shakily grabbed the letter and opened it, unfolding the page to read it.

Dear my Bubala,

Sam, there aren't enough words nor time in the world for me to tell you how much I love you. Since there will never be enough time, I will tell you this: you are one of a kind, and everything that you are and stand for is one of the many reasons why I am so proud of you. Never lose that spirit, and never let anyone tell you otherwise. You are a strong, beautiful, thoughtful, and kind young woman. I was so honored to be your grandmother, and I will forever cherish the moments we shared.

Especially when we sang our song. You know the one. Please, sing it for me one more time. I know it's going to be hard, Bubala, but please know that I will be there singing it with you.

Now, you probably have to get going, don't enjoy the fact that everyone is going to be wearing black with you too much. Well, never mind, enjoy it. This is probably the only chance you'll see your parents wear black.

Please sing the song for me, Bubala. I love you, I miss you, and I'm proud of you. I will always be with you.

Love, Grandma

Sam brought a hand to her mouth to bite her palm to stop herself from crying again. She took a few deep breaths and paced her room, using the letter to fan herself. She had to do everything she could to calm herself before leaving with her parents.

"Sam? Are you ready?" Her mom asked as she stood at her door. Sam looked at her mom, then back at the letter. She displayed a small, sad smile, remembering what her grandmother said about her parents wearing black. It was definitely a sight unlike anything other. Her mother was wearing a black wrap dress with heels and a small black hat with mesh covering her face. Her mother smiled sheepishly, also noticing her outfit choice.

"I know it's not a normal…color for me."

"You look good, Mom. If that's okay to say for this occasion…"

Pamela nodded. She walked over to Sam to lightly grip her arms, "You look beautiful, honey. And I hope you enjoy the sight."

"Is that a joke, Mom?" Sam said in a playful tone, raising an eyebrow.

Pamela placed her hand on Sam's chin and kissed her cheek, "I missed that sparkle in your eye." Pamela wrapped her arms around Sam to hug her, and Sam responded by holding her back. It had been a while since Pamela hugged her daughter; she wasn't much for physical affection, and these last few years had been trying on their relationship as her daughter chose a goth outlook, where she shared a more colorful view. But in this moment, it seemed like their bridges were finally connecting as they came to an understanding of each other.

"Are we ready to go?" Sam's dad asked as he knocked on Sam's open door.

Hesitantly, Pamela released her daughter and turned over to her husband, who wore an identical suit to Danny's and Tucker's. "I think we are. Sam?" She asked, turning back to her daughter.

Sam gripped the letter, reading it one more time. She walked over to her desk to carefully placed the letter there for her to come back to after. "I'm ready."

As Amara watched the Manson family step into the black limo, she huffed angrily. "Damn that ghost brat and techno geek. If they hadn't been around her since Monday, I would be human by now!" She let some of her pent-up frustration out as she shot an ecto ray at the brick siding of the building she was fuming on.

"The only way this is going to work is if I drain her entire soul. If I don't get her to have another episode, I can kiss my chances of becoming human goodbye!" She glared at the limo, watching it depart Sam's house. She then flew into Sam's room and looked for anything she could use against her. She searched her bed and drawers just to come out empty-handed. She was about to call her mission a failure when a letter with Sam's name in cursive on the front caught her eye. Eagerly, she picked up the letter and read the contents. As she read, her smile got bigger. She then looked over to Sam's vanity and looked at the pictures that Sam had taped on. There were a few pictures of Sam and her friends, some with her parents, and then finally, Sam and her grandmother. Amara gave a dangerous smile as she picked up the picture.

"I think it's time to get what I want. And to do that, I need to be more aggressive..."

Sam and her parents walked into the main room and saw the usual crowd. She saw the Fentons and the Foleys near the front talking to each other, her parents' friends and business partners, some of her grandmother's friends and their own families, and a few of her teachers, like Mr. Lancer.

"Mr. Lancer?" Sam said as she walked over to him.

"Ms. Manson," Mr. Lancer tugged on his suit jacket awkwardly.

Sam stared at her hands, at a loss for words, then looked back at him. "I'm sorry about the other day…"

Mr. Lancer waved his hand to stop her, "That's not necessary. I'm sorry about your grandmother. I may not have known her, but I knew her granddaughter, and if she was anything like you, I know that she was an extraordinary individual."

Sam shared a small smile, "Thank you, Mr. Lancer. Thank you for coming," Sam turned away to look for either Danny or Tucker, but the Rabbi found her.

"Ms. Manson," He held his hand for Sam to shake, "Your grandmother was a wonderful woman. I was honored to have known her."

"Thank you, Rabbi," Sam released her hold and continued her search for Danny and Tucker.

As she walked, she noticed the piano on the altar. She swallowed her nerves down and accepted her fate. She knew she was going to play the piano and sing in front of all these people. Sam had never played the piano or sung in front of anyone but her grandmother and her parents. Having to do it in this setting, without her grandmother with her, made her stomach drop. There were so many people here; how was she to get up there and perform? She thought back to the letter and stood straighter. She was going to do this for her grandmother, one way or another.

She had a feeling that Tucker and Danny were going to be in one of the back rooms with her cousins, so she made her way over there. When she passed by another door that had a gold frame around it, she froze. She knew what - or who - was in that room. She walked up to the door bar and swung it open. She slowly walked up to the mahogany coffin that held her grandmother. Since the coffin was closed, she couldn't see her grandmother, but she knew she was there. She placed her hand softly on the top and bowed her head, closing her eyes.

"Hi, Grandma," She whispered, "I wish you could see this. Everyone in there is wearing black," Sam lightly chuckled, humorlessly, and patted the coffin. "I don't know how I'm going to continue without you, but I promise I will. I promise to be me with no apologies, like you taught me. I love you." Sam started making her way out, but froze and came back to the coffin. "Also, dirty trick to ask me to sing. You know I can't say no to you!" Sam hissed under her breath. She could feel her grandmother smiling at her and being proud of her trick. "I love you, Grandma. Thank you for being the best grandma a girl could ask for." Sam patted at the coffin one more time as she heard the door swing open. She looked up to see Danny, Tucker, and her cousins walking inside.

"Hi guys," Sam said to all of them.

"Hi Sammy," her cousins said. As the youngest cousin and only girl, she got the annoying older brother treatment from her cousins. Usually, she would stomp on their toes, pinch or punch them, but today she was too tired, being emotionally drained. She opted for a glare instead. It seemed to work as her cousins cowered away.

"Hey, Sam," Danny said, hugging her. He released her so Tucker could give a hug next.

"I'm sure you're loving everyone in black," Tucker joked sheepishly.

Sam snorted and gave her friends a small smile. "Gotta take the wins when I can."

The Rabbi then walked in and announced that it was almost time.

Feeling frozen to her spot, Danny gave Sam's hand a light squeeze and gave her a small smile. "We're right here for you."

Sam nodded and made her way out of the room to go to the main one for the funeral to start.