[A/N] *Hits head against wall repeatedly* Thank you; I'll cover Angel and Collins, for alerting me of my updating error. You guys are just lucky that I didn't update it Wednesday, like I wanted to, which is the day that I leave (6:30 pm Northern American Eastern time! WOO!), and wouldn't have access to a computer (much less my own) until April 1st.

This chapter is in Noah's point of view, just because he's one of my favorite characters… But my other favorites are Heather, Gwen, Leshawna, Chris and DJ.

There must be 5000 ways…to die. And each one ends the same way if you try. Your friends all stand around while they dump you in the ground.

Chris had made us all attend Al's funeral. That awesome contract; I always wanted to pay my respects to that slimy eel. So we all got to sit in pure bliss with a dead corpse. Along with all of the awesome people I'd been forced to compete with.

And the people who loved you ask "why? Oh why? Oh whyyyyy?"

I raised an eyebrow. Now that was something I hadn't expected. Heather wasn't even trying to hide the fact that she was crying. Nor did Courtney, who sat directly behind Eva, Izzy, Owen and I. I looked around. There were a few familiar faces, mainly those of the other 'campers', but there were even more people I hadn't known. Of course, this was to be expected. His family, old friends, family friends…etc. Oddly enough, almost everyone was in tears. I was confused. Who would miss Al?

And the bastard you hated the most will stand up and give you a toast.

While she may have been evil, Heather was hot. And on the rebound now that Al was out of the way. This was my chance. I stood up and lightly drummed my spoon against my glass; everyone looked up from their meals.
He'll say: "We were such good friends, especially near the end"

"Al and I…Despite what everyone thought, we were great friends. Especially near the end. I just wish…I had known that he…" I broke off in a fit of fake hysteria and excused myself. I noticed Heather watching me go.

The he'll feel up your girlfriend in front of your ghost

I soon sat next to Heather in the showing area, an arm around her as she sobbed into my chest.

So get in your car and drive real fast, up in the attic with a shot gun blast. Take a bath with a clock radio. Vodka and valium overdose. Have you ever tried? There must be 5000 ways to die.

And if you're very lucky, you'll get your picture in the paper on page 3. 25 words will summarize how you spent your whole damn life.

Alejandro Buerromuerto (Picture of Alejandro used for the TDWT promo thing)

"Son of a Spanish democrat, Alejandro was always one of the most charming young men you could ever meet. Died suddenly, his soul finds peace."

One day on the page, next day into the hamster cage, cage!

So get in your car and drive real fast. Up in the attic with a shot gun blast. Take a bath with a clock radio. Vodka and valium overdose. All the glamor can be yours, with a loaded .44
Have you ever tried?
There must be 5000 ways to die!

We all sat in the chapel as the organ played a horribly dreary tune.