Diary of a Vicious Bitch

After I had gotten the legal aspects taken care of Angel decided to let Wes' family take care of the funeral arrangements with one small exception, we held the funeral for him at night, and, fitting the mood, it was one of the few times in California that it was raining. It wasn't just a light sprinkling, either. It was pouring down. The people that were there were all huddled underneath umbrellas while the Anglican (Wes's father insisted) priest said the funeral mass for him.

I wasn't really even listening to the priest as he went on and on. I knew that Wes would hate this funeral. It wasn't really him at all. Angel however had pointed out that the fact that we were able to bury him here in LA was a fight enough, so Angel kind of let his family deal with the rest.

I stood there watching Wesley's mother,who could not seem to stop crying. I then glanced over at his father and then I moved over to where Angel was standing. "I could just stake you,what the hell were you thinking,letting his family put this together?!" I hissed at Angel as the priest droned on. What I really wanted to do was scream at him to shut the hell up,Wes wasn't remotely religious! As if all of this wasn't bad enough Wes's father had a decent amount of Watchers here and there was a lot of pomp and circumstance I've noticed that apparently goes along with being a Watcher dead or alive. I'm just somewhat relived that it's being held at the Hyperion.