"I can't believe it," Richie said to the Fonz as his friend arrived at the funeral parlor. "I always thought one of us, or more likely both of us, would go before she did."

"I know," Fonzie agreed. "Losing Shortcake before she even turned sixty. That's not cool at all!" He walked over to Marian, who stood beside her daughter's casket, sobbing, and embraced the elderly woman.

"She's with her Dad now," Marian replied.

Chachi's shoulders sagged in grief. Beside him stood Potsie and Ralph Malph, who were doing their best to comfort him. Fonzie walked over to them and shook their hands.

"Thank you for coming," Chachi said to his cousin.

"Of course I came," Fonzie replied.

"The only comfort we have is that she went fast," Richie said to his friends. "At least she didn't linger and suffer." He sighed and shook his head. "It's sure gonna be different without having her around. I can't even imagine what it's gonna be like."

He walked back to sit beside Lori Beth and Richie, Jr., who sat in dazed shock.

"I'd just been thinking about her," said Lori Beth. "I had been going to call her and see about maybe getting together soon, just to go shopping or have coffee or whatever. I simply can't believe she's gone forever, and I'll never see her beautiful smile again."

"All we have is the memories," added Richie, Jr. He and his aunt hadn't been especially close but had seen one another often and always got along well.

"We'll always cherish those," said his mother.

RIP Erin Moran