Disenchantment belongs to Matt Groening and Netflix.

Before the funeral, Bean went to the chapel and had some time alone with Elfo's body as it lay in the clear glass coffin. Just minutes earlier, Luci had been at Bean's side, but she'd asked him to leave. Luci had left Bean a full flask, as she'd left all of her own flasks back at the castle.

Bean was determined not to be tempted by the booze. She felt she owed it to Elfo to remain sober during his funeral, no matter how much she hurt.

Elfo's body looked pretty good. After he'd been retrieved from the corpse pit, he'd been cleaned up by Bunty, who'd cried over her poor "Baby Elfo". Bunty was a sweet woman, but Bean noted that losing so many kids seemed to have left her maid a bit unhinged.

Bean thought back to when she, Elfo, and Luci had been mistaken for dead and dumped into the corpse pit, and how she'd worried about all of the things she would never get to experience. Elfo had wanted to experience sadness and pain and all of that other crap Bean always wanted to block out, but now he would never get to experience anything ever again. Not in this life, anyway. He'd never even found out who his mother was. Bunty's creepy fixation on turning Elfo into one of her numerous babies was probably the closest thing to maternal affection Elfo ever had.

Bean felt a few tears escape her eyes as she flashed back to Elfo's last moments: poor Elfo wincing in pain and slipping away in her arms as she fruitlessly begged him to stay with her.

Elfo's dying words echoed in Bean's head, especially, "It's-it's okay, Bean." Even though he was about to die, Elfo had focused on trying to console Bean.

Over the past few months, Bean had grown rather used to having two companions. Now there was a void. Bean usually filled her emotional voids with alcohol, but...no. Bean bit her lip with her huge front teeth and silently vowed she wouldn't screw up Elfo's funeral the way she'd screwed up the trip to Dankmire. Even in death, Elfo still acted as that little voice in her head, encouraging her to be good. His words may not have had as much of an influence on Bean as he would have liked, but Elfo's mere presence made Bean want to be good. Almost as soon as Elfo had fallen into her lap as they escaped Bean's wedding, Bean had felt a desire to protect the cute little elf. She'd carried him through the dingy streets of Dreamland, even though it was already hard enough for her to run while wearing that huge, impractical skirt. Bean had felt more sisterly feelings towards Elfo than she ever had towards Derek (and Bean kept telling herself that her feelings were only sisterly, and nothing more). She'd tried so hard to protect poor, naive Elfo from her dad, and from Big Jo, and from those creepy cannibal twins, but it had all been for nothing.

Bean sighed and gently placed a bouquet of daisies in Elfo's cold hands.

"Here you go, buddy. I didn't put in any dandelions, this time."

Bean left Elfo and looked around the chapel, staring at the windowsill above the altar, the spot where she, Elfo, and Luci had drank wine and watched her dad fight with King Lorenzo. She heard Elfo's voice echo, "To us!"