I can't believe it. I truly cannot believe it. Here I am sitting at another funeral. It was only weeks ago, that we had to attend Peter's funeral.

And now, we're adding Ray to the ground. How long before the grief consumes us all and we join them? A month? A week? A day?

It's incomprehensible. The logic is astounding me. The blackest suit couldn't explain how I am feeling. The large gaping hole that was once my heart can never be mended.

How can one get over the loss of two close friends and within weeks of each other?

My glasses became splashed with tears as I stared at the mountains of flowers on Ray's coffin. The silver coffin hovered over the black abyss of eternity, soon to be entombed forever, confined to the earth.

More tears seeped from my bloodshot eyes. Silver mists appeared around the coffin. Astounded, I looked up and saw the shadowy form of Ray as he was in life.

I feel to my knees, shocking the people around me, but I really didn't care. It was Ray and next to him was Peter, waiting with open arms.

Ray seemed shocked, but his face brightened with a smile when he saw Peter waiting.

"Come on, Ray," Peter said, a smile touching his face. "Let's go wait for the others."

Ray seemed to look downcast as if he remembered what he done. "Peter..." he whispered.

"That wasn't your fault, Ray," Peter chided softly. "And don't think for a moment, I'm going to hear your bellyaching about this later on!"

Ray looked at me and then Winston. I jumped to my feet and ran to the coffin. "Go, Ray! Go on! It wasn't your fault! We all forgive you!"

"Thank you, Egon," Ray said with silver tears touching his eyes. "Thank you."

At that moment, they both faded. Both had resolved peacefully.

And now, so have I. Peter, Ray, I look forward to seeing you again.

Whenever that will be.