It seems so strange to be here, burying you, but it's not you.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. . .
This has been the worst and best day of my life, Taylor. They kept you in the hospital, and. . .
I'll tell you all about it another day.
But you're OK? It was nothing serious, was it?
You ladies look very elegant in black. But I don't want you to wear black in my honor for a long time yet to come. So I just get out of there and change another guy's name. All we need to do now is to pretend it was my death.