So, About That Funeral...

BASTIEN I'm all dressed up and naked I see what's mine and take it Bastien had never thought he would say this to himself, but his funeral had gone swimmingly. People had come up to him, paid their respects, seemed upset even. It had been such a fabulous caress of his ego he knew he would live off of it for years. There was a part of him, something small and in the background, that wanted to suggest it was morally wrong, especially at this time of year...but he pushed that off. It was just show business. But...there was one reaction for which he felt especially guilty. Rexanna had appeared looking mournfully lovely with real sadness in her eyes, and he had felt his heart drop to the floor. It had been the only moment in the whole ceremony where he had considered throwing the whole thing off, but he had resisted. At the end, he simply couldn't let her just leave, though. As quickly as he could (damn these old legs! Would he be so slow when he grew old?) he rushed to get her before she headed out the door and touched her elbow. "Si--Ma'am. There is something special left for you. Would you follow me to the other room...?"