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Melarvious instantly hugs me as I reach the front and center pew. “I’m so sorry you had to loose him, Sucky-Ducky. He was like a son to me. I just never knew he thought you a father the way he did.” She kisses me on the cheek before passing out from the pain.

  Stennex stands to grab her, but Lex is already right behind her and picks her into his arms. “One of the witches came out and woke me up before the doors officially closed. I heard what you said, and I’m sorry for your loss.”

  I nod. “yes, well, take Melarvious ho… take her to where the second part of the funeral shall be held and let her rest and heal.” He nods and is about to make his way down the isle when I and Stennex grab his arm and he cringes in pain from mine. Stennex and I both say in unison, “Make sure she stays out of direct sunlight.”

  Lex stiffly nods then heads down the isle.

  I look at Stennex and he only shrugs his shoulders. “I may be a major ladies man, but I do still care about Marvy. Who’s the Gargoyle?”

  “In her words, he is a friend, sort of, kind of, boyfriend.” I smirk. “Like you used to be, is that not correct?” I take my seat a few feet from Miss Remembrance before he can speak.

  “Is she going to be alright, Dark and Handsome?”

  “She should be fine just as long as the scaled by day gorgeous by night imbecile keeps her from direct sunlight.” I shush her as Miss Widow stands in the pulpit and speaks once more. The rest of the funeral went wonderfully, creatures cried, wiccans admitted secret crushes for my son, Miss Widow almost turned them all into mice to feed to one vampiress’s pet snake, Stennex spoke of his brother-in-law highly and did not kid(surprisingly), and I stood once more and closed this part of the funeral.

  “So other what parts are there Dark and Handsome?”

  “I cannot say Miss Remembrance. You are just going to have to wait and see.”

  All creatures of the night and of the dark make their way to the outskirts of the city to the old abandoned cemetery. From the back where Miss Remembrance and I progress, I could already hear the pulsating rhythm ahead. Once we finally reach the cemetery, Miss Remembrance is taken aback.

  “The next part is here? We’re going to be dancing on graves?”

  “The ghosts here do not mind, so why should we?” I step through the crowd with knowing Miss Remembrance is close behind. “These fallen have given us permission to have the second part of my son’s funeral here.” My son. It felt so wonderful to say it now and know the true meaning behind it. My son, he was and is my son and shall always remain in my heart. I laugh. “He even chose a band from this day and age that he wanted to be played until the next part.”

  “What band? Do I know them?”

  “I suppose you would. I believe the name of the band is Brokencyde.”

  She screams. “Oh my goodness! Are you serious? I love them!”

  I laugh over the music. “As did he.” I continue to walk noticing at how the creatures around me were being very precautious in their attempt not to touch me. I sigh. “Of course, I should have known this was going to happen.” I begin to step forward and up into the air, until I am a hundred feet up in the air. I flick my wrist and allow Miss Remembrance to float up to my side.

  “Whoa!” She wobbles back and forth. “How are you doing this?!”

  I chuckle. “I have many tricks up these well tailored sleeves of mine Miss Remembrance. This is just one of the man few.” I stand watching as all the creatures let loss and melt together.

  “Aren’t you going to dance Dark and Handsome?”

  I shake my head. “I do not dance.”

  “Come on,” she whines. “Just this once?”

  “No, Miss Remembrance, you may dance if you wish, but I-” I lean my left shoulder back as her hand flies towards me. “Miss Remembrance-” I lean back my right shoulder, duck, and lean fully to the side kicking one foot in the air. “Miss Remembrance, stop this at once! I am-” I duck down, swerve to the right, and jump into the air dodging her attacks. “What are you doing?”

  “Making you dance.” She continues to come at me forcing me to dodge her. “Dancing is all about offense or defense. Since you are new at this decade’s type of style, You are going defense.”

  “Miss Remembrance, I regret to inform you that this is not working.”

  She stands, arms crossed over her chest. “Oh really?”

  “Yes, really!” I say still moving.

  She smiles. “Well, from where I am standing, it looks like you are.”

  I laugh. She was right. I was and I loved it.

  “Sucky-Ducky!”

  I look down to the ground and see my dear friend is awake and well.

  “Sucky, you’re dancing!”

  I only laugh and motion for her to come up, as Miss Remembrance attempts in showing my new moves. I danced with the both of them, without touching them, enjoying and trying to remember the last time I had this much time, several days in a row. I adored it and shall bask in it for as long as I possibly can. I even changed into the outfit I wore when Melarvious came over for a visit a few nights ago, hair and all. I danced and enjoyed myself until I knew that it was getting close to being the third part of this festival of a funeral. My son always had a way of creating light-hearted situations from dark and dreary.