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wl_fanfictionTitle: When it’s Over
Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway?
Characters: Drew Carey, Greg Proops, Ryan Stiles, Colin Mochrie, Clive Anderson Ryan/Greg, Greg/Clive, a bit of hinted Ryan/Colin
Prompt: 030. Death
Word Count: 824
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Death always puts things into perspective.
Author's Notes: Drew’s POV. WARNING CHARACTER DEATH
It’s strange. At a person’s funereal people always talk about how great their lives were, but when someone is born no one talks about how sad their death will be. I guess that’s just one of life’s oddities, or it could just be me. I’ve been thinking a lot about life lately, and not just my own, but life in general, ever since Greg’s funereal a week ago. I’ve been thinking about how everyone’s view of you changes when you finally bite the big one and I’ve come to the conclusion that that is when you tell who really cared about you, your true friends. The one’s who only bring up the good times and steer clear of any of the deceased’s ill behaviors are the one’s who well be over the death a day or two later. The one’s you sneak in and sit in the back of the church are the one’s who will be up long nights thinking of what could have been, so are the one’s who point out that the departed soul hadn’t been to church since he was about ten years old.
It was weird seeing the guys dressed all in black at a funeral home their ever present smiles a long forgotten thing. In my seven odd years of hosting I’ve seen them in a lot of ways and heard a lot of things. They had a soap opera of a story going on, heck I even got involved once or twice, but that soap opera’s main character was definitely Greg. Not a confession was made with out Greg’s name being dropped. They all claimed to care for him at one time or another, but last week I got to see how many of those who tangoed with Greg actually cared. They all cried, of course, but I think it was only because it was expected of them. I guess I shouldn’t really judge, I didn’t cry. Greg and I, we got a long well enough, but we never really got to know each other. I didn’t not cry because I wasn’t going to miss him, I didn’t cry because it would have been fake, and I knew Greg well enough to know he wouldn’t have wanted that. He deserved more, anyhow.
Another thing about death is that it brings out sides of people that are always hidden. I saw that hidden side of Ryan and I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. I’ve played confidant in the great love triangle that is, er, was, Greg, Ryan, and Colin, and I’ve always wondered who Ryan really went for, which one he dreamt about at night: kind hearted, young at heart Colin, or sarcastic, witty Greg. The question was answered that day for sure. I can still see Ryan’s wildly shaking shoulders as he knelt to say goodbye at the coffin’s side during the wake, and the way he gently kissed his lips before turning away. And that dreadful, haunted, empty look in his eyes as the casket was lowered. I think Ryan may have actually loved the man. It’s a pity they were both to closed off to realize it.
Colin had been with him, always the comforting best friend, but not even Colin could calm Ryan’s constantly streaming tears, or anguished sobs at the small get together afterwards. Colin had cried too, but they weren’t the same tears. They were obligated tears. Colin’s the kindest person I know and I think those tears were just more of his people pleasing.
The ceremony and all it’s proceedings were held in London. Greg had no close family members, but the funereal and all was paid for my a mysterious donor. Greg’s friends (or in his case acquaintances) all received invitations (that’s another thing that gets me. Invitations for a funeral) almost right after the announcement of his death. No one knew who the generous funeral director could have been, but I had my suspicions. I think I was right about it too. Especially after seeing a balding man in a trench coat and dark glasses slip into the back of the cathedral and seeing the same man drop a red rose amongst the white ones onto the coffin. I think he may have loved Greg too, bringing that grand total to two.
They say life is short and I never really agreed with them. I do agree that life is fleeting and unpredictable. I’m willing to bet my entire fortune that no one, including Greg, on that plane knew it was going down. It was a freak occurrence that, other than giving Ryan another reason to hate airplanes, changed a lot of people’s lives and even ended a few. Seeing how Greg’s death affected people, and how it didn’t affect people, got me thinking. Do I have anyone who would care if I died? I don’t think I do, and it scares the shit out of me.
~End~
Fandom: Whose Line is it Anyway?
Characters: Drew Carey, Greg Proops, Ryan Stiles, Colin Mochrie, Clive Anderson Ryan/Greg, Greg/Clive, a bit of hinted Ryan/Colin
Prompt: 030. Death
Word Count: 824
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Death always puts things into perspective.
Author's Notes: Drew’s POV. WARNING CHARACTER DEATH
It’s strange. At a person’s funereal people always talk about how great their lives were, but when someone is born no one talks about how sad their death will be. I guess that’s just one of life’s oddities, or it could just be me. I’ve been thinking a lot about life lately, and not just my own, but life in general, ever since Greg’s funereal a week ago. I’ve been thinking about how everyone’s view of you changes when you finally bite the big one and I’ve come to the conclusion that that is when you tell who really cared about you, your true friends. The one’s who only bring up the good times and steer clear of any of the deceased’s ill behaviors are the one’s who well be over the death a day or two later. The one’s you sneak in and sit in the back of the church are the one’s who will be up long nights thinking of what could have been, so are the one’s who point out that the departed soul hadn’t been to church since he was about ten years old.
It was weird seeing the guys dressed all in black at a funeral home their ever present smiles a long forgotten thing. In my seven odd years of hosting I’ve seen them in a lot of ways and heard a lot of things. They had a soap opera of a story going on, heck I even got involved once or twice, but that soap opera’s main character was definitely Greg. Not a confession was made with out Greg’s name being dropped. They all claimed to care for him at one time or another, but last week I got to see how many of those who tangoed with Greg actually cared. They all cried, of course, but I think it was only because it was expected of them. I guess I shouldn’t really judge, I didn’t cry. Greg and I, we got a long well enough, but we never really got to know each other. I didn’t not cry because I wasn’t going to miss him, I didn’t cry because it would have been fake, and I knew Greg well enough to know he wouldn’t have wanted that. He deserved more, anyhow.
Another thing about death is that it brings out sides of people that are always hidden. I saw that hidden side of Ryan and I don’t think I’ll ever forget it. I’ve played confidant in the great love triangle that is, er, was, Greg, Ryan, and Colin, and I’ve always wondered who Ryan really went for, which one he dreamt about at night: kind hearted, young at heart Colin, or sarcastic, witty Greg. The question was answered that day for sure. I can still see Ryan’s wildly shaking shoulders as he knelt to say goodbye at the coffin’s side during the wake, and the way he gently kissed his lips before turning away. And that dreadful, haunted, empty look in his eyes as the casket was lowered. I think Ryan may have actually loved the man. It’s a pity they were both to closed off to realize it.
Colin had been with him, always the comforting best friend, but not even Colin could calm Ryan’s constantly streaming tears, or anguished sobs at the small get together afterwards. Colin had cried too, but they weren’t the same tears. They were obligated tears. Colin’s the kindest person I know and I think those tears were just more of his people pleasing.
The ceremony and all it’s proceedings were held in London. Greg had no close family members, but the funereal and all was paid for my a mysterious donor. Greg’s friends (or in his case acquaintances) all received invitations (that’s another thing that gets me. Invitations for a funeral) almost right after the announcement of his death. No one knew who the generous funeral director could have been, but I had my suspicions. I think I was right about it too. Especially after seeing a balding man in a trench coat and dark glasses slip into the back of the cathedral and seeing the same man drop a red rose amongst the white ones onto the coffin. I think he may have loved Greg too, bringing that grand total to two.
They say life is short and I never really agreed with them. I do agree that life is fleeting and unpredictable. I’m willing to bet my entire fortune that no one, including Greg, on that plane knew it was going down. It was a freak occurrence that, other than giving Ryan another reason to hate airplanes, changed a lot of people’s lives and even ended a few. Seeing how Greg’s death affected people, and how it didn’t affect people, got me thinking. Do I have anyone who would care if I died? I don’t think I do, and it scares the shit out of me.
~End~
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