Disclaimer: I don't own them...unfortunately. Though I'm as evil as Joss with the last story..And the poem is called 'Remember Me' by Christina Rossetti.
Timeline: After Dark Dance.
Spoilers: The Prom, and my last story, Dark Dance.
Summary: The sequal to Dark Dance. Buffy's funeral.
Distribution: If you want it, go ahead. Just email me and give me the URL.
Author's Notes: This email would be a good example of a story to give the gold spork to...**LOL** And the pastor's part is from Lover's Walk. Or part of it is. And asteriks (**) signify thoughts.
Feedback: Read and send. Please. Spork me if needed!!
Rating: PG. With ANGST.

"He created all things in order that they might exist. And the generative forces of this world are wholesome, and there is no destructive poison in them. For the dominion of Hades is not on Earth, for righteousness is immortal. And today we put to rest Buffy Anne Summers, where she will be reunited with the Father," the pastor said. People were weeping openly. It was dark out, and the sky was filled with small stars that glistened like diamonds. It was the perfect night....

The only thing wrong was that they were burying Buffy Summers.

People in masses were surrounding the casket. Angel, Willow, Xander, Oz, Cordelia, Joyce, and Hank were in the very front, no more than four feet from Buffy's body. The casket was closed...it was too gruesome to open.

Near the end of the service, Angel went up to the front of the service. Blood tears rolled down his cheeks as he read a poem:

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Blood tears rolled down the vampire's cheeks. She had touched so many people in her brief life...there were demons, vampires, and masses of people. Spike stopped the underlife from cheering out, rejoicing in her death.

"Show some bloody respect, mates. She died fighting," Spike said in a hushed voice to them.

"And we bid our final farewells to Buffy. Rest in peace," the pastor said. They lowered the coffin and she was gone.

But she would never rest in peace.....

Without Angel.

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Angel stood on the mountain. "You did it, Beloved. You won." With that he staked himself through the heart. "I couldn't stop your pain. And that's why you have caused mine.....I love you, Buffy."

And his ashes swirled in the wind...

Sporks, anyone???

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