Nothing could ever impact Brooklyn as much as Sam's eulogy did. Not even Louis' first word- [i]Mama[/i]. She had been sitting next to Patty as that happened. "It's only 'dada' right now," the young mother cooed sadly. However, there was still a light in his words, because it further inspired Brooklyn to complete her goal. She was going to save her body from cremation. There was already a plan in mind for it. Her attention shifted from Louis to the speaker once the ceremony began.

It was surreal to hear people talk about her being dead when she was sitting amongst them. A prayer was spoken for her soul, and she could only remain silent. Right now, she [i]was[/i] her soul. She was sitting among her family and friends as they mourned for her.

When the eulogy began, Brooklyn immediately knew Sam wouldn't be able to use his notes. They wouldn't be of much use in his current state. She knew she was correct when he folded up the notes and started speaking from the heart. "There we go," she whispered proudly. It was much more natural for Sam to speak to a crowd like this rather than from a script. 

The passion and sorrow he spoke about her with made her grieve not for herself, but for her family and friends. Highlighting how important Brooklyn was also emphasized how big of a loss she was. Of course, the speaker was biased. Brooklyn wasn't perfect, she knew that. Yet somebody doesn't need to be perfect to be adored. As Sam spoke, she looked over at her parent's and Patty's faces. All three of them were sobbing. Even Atumm and Rick, who had been a source of strength only a couple weeks ago, were now weak. 

Soon, as Sam reached the end of the eulogy, Brooklyn's angelic form found itself crying, too. The one she loved most was in pain, and she was the cause of it. Never before had she heard him talk about exactly what she meant to him- what she meant to [i]everyone[/i]. "I love you so much, Samuel Hanson," she choked out between sobs. "Someday I'll return the favor and tell you exactly what you mean to me. When that happens, we'll be standing at the altar. I'm going to marry you someday, Sam. I'm going to marry you."

All too fast, the funeral soon ended. It was almost time to do the most daring thing she would ever have to do. She stood far away from her body as the visitors made their rounds to say goodbye to Brooklyn. The line filed past rather quickly, with the exception of the grandparents and Sam. Although Brooklyn didn't know exactly what they were saying, she had a decent idea of what it was. She was thankful that they were taking the time to say goodbye to her for what they thought was the one last time. 

After everybody else had left, a couple morticians entered the room to wheel the coffin into the back. Nervously, Brooklyn followed them. This was her one shot at saving her body, so there was a lot on her shoulders right now. One worker turned on the cremation chamber to heat it up, while the other worker lifted the lid of the coffin to make sure the body was still in tact. Sure enough, Brooklyn's lifeless corpse was there. The scratches and bruises were evident against her ghostly white skin. 

"Oh shit," he commented, "How did she die, again?"

The other worker turned to him. "Car accident. Hit and run, tumbled into a ditch."

"Damn. Poor girl."

As the chamber heated up and the morticians chatted, Brooklyn tried to pry open the electric panel. It was stuck. "Come on, come on, come on!" She whimpered. 

The worker who turned on the chamber looked over, "William, what's going on over there? The panel is shaking." 

[i]Crap![/i] Brooklyn immediately let go of it. [i]Okay, okay, I need to calm down. Time for plan B[/i]. Her hand traveled through the door, blindly flipping switches. The light in the room turned off, then a light in the hallway, but not the chamber. 

"Okay- Will, hang on- I need to check this out," the aforementioned worker spoke, blindly walking over to the panel. He kept a hand on the wall as he trailed over to it. [i]No, no, no![/i] Brooklyn thought, quickly flipping off some more switches. Success finally came when the chamber was turned off, allowing her to breathe a sigh of relief. 

To her dismay, the worker found the electric panel. He opened it with ease and used his phone's flashlight to inspect it. "Everything was switched off," he announced to his coworker. "That's odd." Casually, he switched everything back on. The chamber started to heat up once more. "I'll stay here in case it happens again," he told his coworker. The other man nodded. 

Brooklyn bit her lip. What should she do now? There was no Plan C. She started thinking of a new plan. If only she could reveal herself or take human form. Should she try to act like a ghost to frighten the workers away? Should she try attacking them? God damn it, time was running out! 

The chamber beeped, indicating it was ready for the casket. 

[i]The casket![/i]

It was laying on a track which would soon roll it into the chamber. If she could move the casket, there would be no body, which meant no cremation. But how would she move it? She didn't want to push it over and damage the coffin. That was still [i]her[/i] body in there. 

Suddenly, the track began moving.

There was no more time to think.

Brooklyn dived onto the track, traveling into the chamber with her body. The metal door slid shut behind them. 

The heat was intense. Although it wouldn't hurt the angel, she could sense it was wretchedly hot in there. Space was tight. She opened the casket slightly to pull her corpse out as carefully as possible. The foul stench of her dead body was strong, piercing her senses. How long had it been since she died? Two weeks? It felt like an eternity until she would be able to return. That is, if she could save her body.

The angel started to wiggle towards the door. The coffin was on fire, which caught onto the clothes of Brooklyn's body. Almost there...!

[b]Bump.[/b]

The body was unable to pass through the door with the angel.

As the body went up in flames,

the angel left the chamber,
 
screaming and crying hysterically.


Her body had been reduced to ashes.