A/N: Wow, I can't believe this is the last chapter. I'm kinda sad about it, but I enjoyed writing this immensely. I'm just sorry that it took me almost 5 months to finish it. Without further ado, here's the final chapter! Hope you enjoy it! Oh, and just a little bit of advice, you might want to break out the Kleenex for this one.

Song 10: "Who Knew" by Pink

The rain beat down furiously yet the sun was still shining as Trish Stratus stepped out of a large black limo, clutching a small black umbrella in one hand and a bundle of flowers in the other. She hated going to funerals, especially when it was the funeral of a very close friend. Thankfully, Trish wasn't alone. Almost all of the other WWE Superstars were also going to be in attendance, as well as her boyfriend, the Rated R Superstar himself, Edge. The blonde could feel her legs shaking and her knees knocking as she gingerly stepped over the curb and made her way into the small chapel where the funeral service was being held. Her stomach was rumbling with a mix of fear, nervousness, and heartbreak.

The small chapel was completely packed, from the pew all the way in the front to the very last one. There wasn't an empty seat in the house and Trish looked around nervously as she walked down the small aisles. Her eyes lit up and she breathed a breath of relief when she spotted Adam sitting in one of the pews in the middle aisle, with Jay and Amy beside him. She smiled a small, wan smile and squeezed through the small space, sitting down next to Adam.

"Hey, babe," Adam greeted, kissing his girlfriend lightly on the cheek. He took her small hand in his and squeezed it gently, in an attempt to reassure her. Trish's eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, and Adam could tell that she hadn't gotten much sleep either. None of us have, he thought to himself. In the wrestling world, everyone was more like family than co-workers, so when one of them died, it was like losing a family member. Adam hadn't cried much since hearing the news—he'd sat up most of the nights looking at old pictures and going down memory lane. One picture in particular that always made him smile was the one of he and Jericho in the "forgotten" TLC match that the two of them had had together. They hadn't been the best of friends, but they had been pretty close and the thought of never seeing Chris again broke Adam's heart. If he was feeling this terrible, he couldn't imagine how heartbroken Chris's parents were.

The wrestling world had been shaken up pretty hard by the death of Chris Jericho. Of course the dirt sheets and various internet sites had picked up on it right away, pointing the finger at the wrestling industry like always. Chris had worked himself to death, they'd said. The pressure of the job had gotten to him, and he couldn't cope, so he'd turned to drugs to deal with it, according to them. It infuriated Adam because they didn't know a damn thing about Chris or the situation. In fact, drugs hadn't been involved at all. No, Chris had been suffering from leukemia for over two years, and flat out refused to do any treatment options. Even though that was Chris's choice, Adam felt that maybe if he had listened to the doctor's advice, he would still be with them, instead of making people cry like he was doing now.

Trish rested her head on Adam's shoulder and tried to remember all the good times that she'd had with Chris. She didn't want to remember the last six months of Chris's life, which he had spent in his home. Watching someone that you care deeply about get progressively sicker and knowing that you can't do a thing about it is devastating, and the last few months of Chris's life were the hardest on Trish. He could hardly speak, he was frail, and Trish just couldn't bring herself to go see him like that. She wanted to remember the man with the dazzling smile, that witty humor that everyone loved, and the bright, blue eyes. She had hoped that he wouldn't hold it against her.

"Babe," Adam said softly, gently nudging Trish's side. "The minister's here…did Chris's family ask you to give a eulogy?"

Trish shook her head and brushed her hair back behind her shoulders.

"No…no, they didn't. I couldn't have even if they'd asked me." She looked up into Adam's eyes. "Is that horrible?"

"Aww, babe, no." Adam pulled Trish back into his strong arms and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. "Is that what's been bothering you? You think that everyone's going to be mad at you because you decided not to give a eulogy?" He rubbed Trish's arms to help calm her crying. "It's not a problem."

"You know, Adam, I wasn't even going to come to this funeral," Trish said between sobs. "I told myself that I wanted to remember Chris the way he was in life…" her voice trailed off and she found herself unable to speak. Luckily she didn't need any words; Adam knew exactly how she felt. Everyone in the tiny chapel felt the exact same way. Trish glanced around the room quickly. It was almost like a "Who's Who" of the WWE, in a way. Vince, Linda, Shane, and Stephanie were sitting in the very front pew, Vince and Shane looking solemn and Linda and Stephanie sobbing into their handkerchiefs. Lilian and Dave Batista were sitting in the row behind them, Dave's arm draped over Lilian's shoulders in a comforting matter. There was also Randy, Maria, John, Shelton, and many others. It amazed Trish how many of these people wouldn't ever be seen together normally, but were able to put aside their differences in a situation like this. It truly was like a family.

"Are you going to give a eulogy?" Trish asked Adam, who had pulled away from her. The tall man shook his head and ran a hand through his wavy blonde hair, and sighed.

"No, but Jay is." He gestured to the man also known as Christian, and patted his shoulder reassuringly. "I'm just going up there for moral support."

Trish reached across Adam and gave Jay a big hug. He had probably been the closest out of all the others to Chris, and she could tell that this was going to be harder on him than the rest of them. She petted Jay's soft, short hair and whispered,

"You'll do fine, Jay." She smiled. Jay smiled back warily and nodded as he made his way up the aisle and to the pulpit, where the minister was still standing. Amy scooted closer to Trish and put her hand on the woman's shoulder.

"He's been taking this pretty hard," Amy said softly, her eyes on Jay. "I mean, we all have, but it seems to be bothering him the most." She looked at Trish. "How are you holding up, Trisha?"

"I'm here," Trish answered, and she and Amy fell into a comfortable silence. She wasn't good at dealing with death; she never had been. She would have given anything just to have one more day with Chris…how had this happened? Chris wasn't impervious to sicknesses or death, but for some reason, Trish had always thought that he would be around forever. How foolish. She could feel the tears well up in her eyes again as every memory she'd shared with Chris played in her mind.

You took my hand, you showed me how

You promised me you'd be around

Uh huh

That's right

She knew it wasn't his fault, but Trish couldn't help but be angry at Chris. How could he just leave her like this? What happened to always being there when she needed him?

I took your words and I believed

In everything you said to me

Yeah huh

That's right

Contrary to what a lot of the roster probably thought, Trish and Chris had never had those kinds of feelings for each other—they'd been just friends. Well, it was more than that, actually—they'd been best friends. Trish smiled through her tears as she remembered the jokes they'd shared, the pranks they'd pulled together, the late night phone conversations, the movie nights where they'd gotten silly and pigged out in front of the couch. Those memories would stay with her forever, close to her heart. She never imagined that there would come a time where Chris wouldn't be by her side—it seemed like just yesterday that they'd been laughing and wrestling around jokingly in Chris's hotel room.

If someone said three years from now

You'd be long gone

I'd stand up and punch them out,

'Cause they're all wrong

Trish looked up at the casket and her breath caught in her throat. That really was Chris in there. The realization of Chris being in there hit her like a needle in her side and she began sobbing again, uncontrollably. This was real, he was really gone, and she'd never see him again. There would be no more pre-match talks, post-match dinners, and most devastating, no more hugs before they parted at night. If she'd known that the last hug she and Chris had shared was going to be the last one, she would have held on for as long as she could. Now Chris was in that casket, and in a little while he would be beneath the ground.

I wish I could touch you again

I wish I could still call you friend

I'd give anything

Jay had finished speaking and now the minister was motioning for people to come up and look at the casket. Trish stood there, motionless. She was a little hesitant about going up there and seeing Chris in that casket. Trish had been to funerals before; she knew how the morticians applied too much makeup. The thought of Chris wearing lipstick, clown-like makeup, and blush was funny, even though the current situation was not.

"I…I'm going to go up there, Adam," Trish whispered softly to her boyfriend. He gave her a concerned look and squeezed her shoulder.

"Are you sure? You know you don't have to…" his voice trailed off.

"I know I don't have to, but I want to," Trish replied firmly. "I think I need to." She stood up and smoothed down her navy blue skirt with both hands, and took a deep breath. Trish glanced over at Jay, who smiled back at her shakily, and then to Lita, who gave her a comforting and warm smile. Here goes, she told herself as she made what seemed like the longest trip in the world to the casket. Her breath caught in her throat when she looked down and saw Chris lying there. He was dressed in his favorite dark grey suit, with his long blonde hair flowing over his shoulders gracefully. Even though she knew that that was Chris she was looking at, it pained Trish at the same time to see this. It made her realize how much she would miss him and how much she wished that Chris would have followed the doctors' orders and gotten treatment—it might possibly have saved him.

There is a saying that people often take their friends and loved ones for granted, and Trish couldn't help but think about that statement at this moment. She'd appreciated and loved Chris as a friend, and she knew that, but Trish just wished that she'd taken more time to show him and tell him how much he had meant to her.

When someone said count your blessings now,

'Fore they're long gone

I guess I just didn't know how

I was all wrong

They knew better

Still you said forever, and ever

Who knew?

Trish leaned down and placed a small kiss on Chris's forehead, and smoothed back a piece of stray hair from his forehead, smiling through the tears.

"Goodbye, Chris," she whispered, trying not to cry. "I'm sure going to miss you."

I'll keep you locked in my head

Until we meet again

And I won't forget you, my friend

She squeezed Chris's cold hand lightly, and then turned and walked away. Adam met her at the pew where they had been sitting, and the two of them walked out of the chapel silently, Trish still brushing the tears away. Chris had made such a huge impact on her life and she felt lucky to have had his friendship, if only for a short time. She knew she'd never forget him. That smile and contagious charm he'd had would always stay with her, even as the years passed. She could never forget him.

Well, that's it, guys! I personally loved this chapter; it was my favorite to write. I tried to make it as sad as possible. Thank you all so much for sticking with me throughout this series, for all your reviews and comments, and any other support you offered. It means the world to me and I can't tell you how much I appreciated it!

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