AN: I wrote this in half an hour, so I'm proud of myself, even though it's short. I do not own Rise of the Guardians. Please review, it would make my week.

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The funeral was small. The village of Burgess dressed in black and held a service in the village church. There was no body to put on display, nothing except the vision of him. The vision of a jokester and brother and friend. Nothing much was said, other than memories to pass the time. What else could be said?

The Overlands sat miserably in a corner of the church, heads down, silent. Samuel Overland had a hard time with the concept, belittling himself for not running faster-hell; he should have gone with them. It was his day off; he should have been with his children. Pippa Overland no longer had a friend to play with; she was torn between her life being saved and his destroyed. And Elizabeth Overland wondered if she should have been more overbearing about her son and daughter playing on that ice, it had only just begun to freeze over that night. The Overlands would no longer have part of their joy and laughter around.

They removed themselves from the service quietly, and made the short trek to where the incident occurred. The ice hole had not begun to freeze over, the water underneath was smooth as glass.

Pippa held out a blue carnation and tossed it gently in the water. "Jack's favorite color was blue," she told her parents. "And he always loved winter. Especially the ice."

The Man in the Moon understood what she was saying. And he just the position for Jack Overland.

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