Author's Note: Well, with this we've come to the end of our musical journey. This story has been so much fun to write, and I'm thrilled that I've received so many kind words about it. Thank you all. I'd be remiss if I didn't say a special thank you to my chapter-by-chapter supporters (and God, there are so many chapters!) - ktface3, MrsBigTuna, tophetangel and Lynzee005...you ladies are fantastic (not to mention talented), and you warmed my heart time and again. Muchas gracias. Also a special hello to my favorite Floridian (minus Mickey, darling), who's joined me on not one but two journeys into the world of fan fiction. You're the best and I love you!

Also, to "Mr. Bears Eat Beets," without whom this couldn't have been done. Case closed. Sorry girls, I married the best.

Jesus, someone play me offstage. This is ridiculous. Enjoy.

TRACK 19: "Don't Worry, Be Happy," Bobby McFerrin

'Here's a little song I wrote
You might want to sing it note for note
Don't worry - be happy…

'Cause when you worry
Your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
So don't worry - be happy now…'

Michael: (seated at his desk, his hands folded in front of him intently) I can't stress enough that this office is a family. They're my family. I mean, not real family, like my mom, or Nana, but they're still my family. My second class family. (He pauses, looking uncertain about that choice of phrasing but finally seeming satisfied with it.)

Like I've said, I'm the dad. The father. The proud papa. I dole out the wisdom. The jokes. The punishment, when it's needed, and sometimes it is. There's Phyllis, our smiling grandma, making us cookies and pinching our cheeks. Stanley's our sassy black aunt. Jim and Pam are our good-looking kids – y'know, kids you aren't afraid to show off pictures of to your friends, or keep a framed photo of on the night stand so you can see her before you go to bed at night… (He looks off in the distance for just a moment, a smile on his face.) Kelly's our Indian exchange student, who we share our American ways with and teach English. Oscar's our efficient, gay, Hispanic maid. Kevin's that slow uncle everyone seems to have – you know what I mean, right? That one that you kind of avoid at family get togethers? Anyway…Angela's a…another aunt, I guess. A white one. The one that gets you, like, socks for Christmas. Meredith and Andy are the fun cousins who…y'know…get drunk first at parties and…yell a lot. Even Dwight…(Michael thinks for a long moment, but seems unable to find the right branch for Dwight on the family tree, so he just points in what he hopes is a meaningful way.) Even Dwight.

(He looks off camera a moment as he's asked a question. He raises his eyebrows.) Oh, Creed? I'm sorry, I thought I'd already covered him. Creed's our…creepy neighbor. I mean, like, yeah, he's nice enough, and always say hello when you see him outside, but he's the guy that makes you warn your hot daughter about going in the backyard with a bikini on. He's that guy.

(He sits back, stretching his arms behind his head.) We've been through our fair share of trials and tribilations together, just like any other family. We've been through fires set by not-as-smart-as-they-think-they-are business students. We've been through threats of downsizing and threats of suicide. Well, mock suicide. I wasn't serious, but they never knew that. We've seen hearts get broken. We've had our financial struggles. We've even seen our share of fatal disease and injury – like Meredith and her rabies, or Kevin with his almost-cancer. And how could I forget my foot? I mean, it wasn't fatal, but wow, for a few minutes there…it was close. It was scary. (He sighs.) As the head of the family, of course I took it all the hardest. But that's what a father does: stands bravely by his family. They need him.

We've had our good times too. My legendary parties and celebrations? Tons of good memories there. New love has bloomed. Jan and me. Carol and me. Jan and me again. Holly and me? (He shrugs.) Maybe. Jim and Pam have had their little fling. Even older people like Phyllis have found love in this very building. (Michael can't keep a flash of what appears to be shock from washing across his face.) We've raised money for charity. We got rid of Toby. A lot of great things have happened, and I know there'll be a lot more in the future.

(He leans forward again.) And through it all I've imparted my life lessons, my strategies to my family: Never give up. Look for the funny side of any situation, even if someone claims it's inappropriate. Be brave. Be bold. Take a chance, then take it again. Don't be afraid to be great. (He holds his hands out.) All the things I've learned, I've shared, because I love them. Simple as that. I really love them. (He bites his lower lip as his eyes start to mist over.) I'm a giver. I mean, receiving is nice too, but I really just love to give and give and give. Til I'm spent.

(Michael nods sagely.) And that is what she said.