I know this took forever to post, but I have a few excuses. First off, the plot bunnies died for about half a year. It's kinda hard to write a second chapter for an intended oneshot. I also haven't watched a single episode of "Danny Phantom" in over a year, so there will probably be a lot of OOC. The second week of school's just ended and every last one of my classes is advanced. This means that I've been loaded down with homework, and I've been getting 3 hours of sleep at the most each night. Anyway, on with the story!

Disclaimer: Me no own Danny Phantom…yet.

"Speech"

'Thought'

It had been a few days since Danny's passing. While everyone, even Dash, was upset, no one had time to grieve, for his or her own personal reasons. For Jazz, Sam, and Tucker, this was planning how to fulfill Danny's final wish.

"Do you really think this'll work?" Sam asked Tucker.

"I'm sure it will, unless something catastrophic happens."

"Which, with our luck, it will."

Jazz grinned sheepishly "Should we make a Plan B?"

Tucker and Sam nodded, wondering why one of them hadn't already thought of that.

The next day was the day of the funeral. The priest stood on the stage, talking about how Danny's life had affected those around him. Sam wanted to scream; this man knew nothing of her best friend's true value.

"Does anyone have anything to say before we conclude?" the priest asked. Sam stood and slowly walked to the podium. Her pure white dress made her stand out in the crowd of black. Clearing her throat, she began to speak.

"I know that most of you here were forced to come here by some person or another. However, everyone here has something in common: a connection with Danny. For example, Dash beat him up every day at school, Valerie had a crush on him, and Paulina had a crush on Danny Phantom.

"Now, everyone may be wondering why I brought up Danny Phantom. Well, Phantom and Fenton are the same person."

Everyone gasped. No one believed that it was possible. While waiting for the initial shock to wear down, Tucker and Jazz prepared the projection. After a short pause, Sam continued her speech.

"Two years ago, Danny's DNA was infused with ectoplasm because of the accident with the Ghost Portal." Tucker pulled up the slide showing a strand of Danny's DNA that was partly coated with a glowing green. "Evidentially, that ectoplasm has been slowly taking over his human DNA for those two years, picking up speed over the last year. Tucker, Jazz, and I believe that this caused the many personality changes that took place. The shock of this, along with other outside factors that know who they are," At this, Jazz glared at Dash, Valerie, Paulina, and Mr. Lancer. "May have led him to commit suicide. Any questions?"

Dash raised his hand. "Why are you wearing white at a funeral?"

Sam groaned. "I'm a Goth. Goths wear black on a daily basis, so I'm wearing white for mourning. Now, any questions not related to my wardrobe?"

"Who knew?" Valerie asked, seething that no one had ever told her. Sam looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Tuck, Jazz, and I obviously knew," Sam began to list. "Vlad Masters knew, too. Did I mention that he's a halfa as well? He's actually been trying to kill Mr. Fenton and convince Mrs. Fenton to marry him for the past year and a half." The two adult Fentons had matching looks that could kill on their faces. Sam laughed inwardly, knowing the world would soon be minus one millionaire. "Anyway, that's all I can think of off the top of my head. Anyone else?"

Paulina raised her hand. "Like, why are you telling us this?"

"Well, a couple of weeks ago, Danny told Tucker, Jazz, and I that, should anything happen to him, he wanted us to tell everyone his secret at the funeral. So, here we are."

Mr. Lancer then lifted his hand. "Why didn't you and Danny ever 'hook up'?" At this, everyone stared at the now self-conscious Goth.

"I'm sorry. That's it for questions." With that, she practically ran offstage and leaped to her seat.

Meanwhile, the poor priest was is shock. 'This has got to be the strangest funeral I have ever participated in.' Out loud, he said, "If that is all, we will now depart to the graveyard."

Everyone solemnly stood. Jazz, Sam, Tucker, and Mr. Fenton, who were the pole bearers, each took up their positions and walked the casket to the van. Everyone then got into their respective cars and drove to the cemetery.

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During this rather chaotic funeral, one person, unseen by others, was laughing so hard he was literally flipping in midair. He couldn't believe the reactions Sam's little announcement about him being a halfa had had on the audience. He had watched as Dash's complexion paled several shades, guessing that the jock was dwelling on the many things Danny could, and might, have done to him over a period of two years. Valerie and Paulina had identical expressions of shock and disgust at learning that they both liked the one person they hated most. Still chuckling, Danny flew after the procession.

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Once the casket was buried, most of the crowd returned home. However, three figures remained at the grave. After about half an hour of silence, Jazz finally spoke.

"So, what do we do now?" As Sam and Tucker shrugged, a voice replied from above.

"You guys go back to living your lives, and I keep doing my thing." As one, three faces turned upward in shock.

"DANNY?!" everyone screamed. Sure enough, Danny Phantom floated above them, looking down with his arms crossed.

"The one and only." He chuckled as he landed among his best friends and sister. "By the way, nice speech at the funeral."

Sam blushed while Jazz and Tucker snickered. "You saw that?"

"The whole thing. Who would've thought that Paulina and Valerie would be the only ones to ask sensible questions?"

Everyone laughed at this comment. For a moment, it felt like old times. Tucker spoke up after an extended silence.

"What was it like to die?" Tucker asked, causing Jazz to glare at him and Sam to roll her eyes. Danny laughed.

"It's alright, guys. Everyone wants to know that at some point. In all honesty, it was kind of painful at first. But, after a few minutes, the pain gave way to a wonderful bliss and relief. I was free of the ghost trying to take over me for the first time in two years. Besides, now I can be a hero full-time."

They continued to talk for a while until Tucker looked at his digital watch. His eyes widened. "Oh, God! I'm late for supper. Mom's gonna kill me!" He swiftly said good-bye to his friends and ran off as fast as he could. Jazz soon followed, muttering something about preventing their parents from murdering Vlad, leaving Danny and Sam alone.

"Uh, Sam? Before you go, I have something to ask you."

Sam nodded briefly. "Sure. What is it?"

"To start with, I was wondering if I could haunt your attic." Once he was given the affirmative on that, he took a deep breath and continued. "Also, I wanted you to know that I kinda, well, really liked you since I was thirteen."

Sam's eyes widened as she realized what Danny was trying to tell her. As he continued to ramble, she crept up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. By then, Danny had been stunned into silence. She pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, resulting in a goofy grin. They glanced at each other and burst out laughing. After a few minutes, they finally managed to calm down.

"Could I possibly get a ride home?" Sam asked, teasingly fluttering her eyelashes. "It's ever so far away."

Danny rolled his eyes at her antics. "I suppose so," he said slowly, feigning deliberation. "I don't have anywhere else to go, after all." He abruptly swept Sam up, causing her to squeak in surprise. Chuckling, Danny flew up and towards Sam's house, knowing everything was going to be all right.

Author's Note: Well that's it! I realize that this chapter isn't up to par with the last one, but I just couldn't get into it this time, if you know what I mean. This is about as good as it is going to get. Anyway, all reviews are appreciated (winks). Constructive criticism welcome!