Disclaimer: I do not own Repo! the Genetic Opera.

WARNING: This story contains major spoilers for the movie. I recommend you watch before reading (plus it's a wicked awesome movie! :P).

The world fell into silence the moment Rotti Largo took his last breath. They watched in horror on their television sets as he plummeted to his death on the stage for the world to witness. The select few to be seated in the audience found themselves speechless save the few gasps from the back. As with Mag, they prayed their savior's demise was merely an act for the show. His final words echoed through their minds, "When I am gone GeneCo will crumble. I doubt the world will remember how lucky they were to have Rotti Largo."

The preparation for Largo's funeral took a week. Throughout the wait no one spared a tear for their dear one's fate. Nearly everyone in the city attended the service. Others traveled across towns, states, even nations to say their final farewells to the man who gave them a second chance at life. The many faces sitting in the pews owed their very existence to the man lying in the shiny box, their gratitude to last forever as long as they kept up with their payments.

There was no expense spared to make Rotti's funeral one to remember. The white flowers hung from the ceiling tied off with black, silk ribbons. A large vase of white roses sat on either end of the podium. The aisle carpets were decorated in matching flower petals. Candles lined the perimeter of the room with a candle-lit chandelier hanging six feet above the corpse. The casket itself was made of gold painted black with diamonds lining the lid. The choir sang a requiem as the guests piled into the room.

Sitting in the front row were Rotti's very own children. Very few would even recognize the selfish beings as their usual smiles were replaced with sincere frowns. Still everyone assumed they attended merely out of the desire to be seen rather than respect.

Amber, the only daughter, one who had suffered from a humiliating performance at the opera, and now the proud owner of GeneCo, sat with her hands folded neatly in her lap, concealed by black, lace gloves. Her chiseled face of the month was halfway hidden behind a mesh veil extending from the velvet hat. She at least made the attempt to wear a more modest dress to the service than her usual ensemble. Though her sorrow was sincere, it was not the passing of a close family member that haunted her, but his final words to her, the moment he confessed his true feelings of her worthlessness in his eyes, an aching that would follow her for the rest of her life.

Luigi sat on the left of his sister with a stern look upon his face. His frown seemed more vengeful than Amber's sorrowful one. He wore a black and white pinstripe suit, trying his best to keep his emotions at bay. Every cough, sneeze, or heavy breath during the numerous speeches tested his patience. He made a mental note to take down every man who disrespected his father's final moment above the ground after the funeral. This lesson in self-control, however, did not keep him from playing with his knife during the eulogy.

Pavi, who sat to the right of Amber, took the blow the deepest. Although he knew his father was ill, he had been more focused on his own reflection instead of listening to the news the doctor reported to his father. Pavi glanced up when he heard the gunshot then watched his father leave the room with his two bodyguards, both which he had previous affairs with, then resumed admiring his face in the precious mirror that never left his side. They all knew it was a matter of time before his health finally faded. The three had spent the majority of the time bickering over who would inherit the company. His father made sure to reveal to the world how useless he found his children to be. It now plagued the youngest Largo brother to know he never had his father's love as he used to imagine. Now he hid his guilt behind that stolen smile that masked his true identity.

The funeral commenced with a prayer reguarding Rotti's soul. Following the prayer the speakers approached the podium one at a time to confess to the world how Rotti Largo had been the sole reason they were able escape death and how now with his departure there was little hope for the future. Nearly every eulogy sounded identical with a few varied details. Sobs and gasps filled the silent moments. The ones who were still too shocked to believe Rotti Largo had been taken from the earth sat motionless, hoping soon to wake up from the nightmare.

At long last it was Amber's turn to speak on her father's behalf. Some believed her speech was merely an attempt to pull the attention away from Rotti and place it on herself. Amber knew what they thought, part of her even agreed that being her motive, still there was one much greater pushing her to speak. Throughout her eulogy the memory of her father renouncing her before the world played through her head. She spoke sweet lies from her perfect, artificial lips. She hoped through the moment of kind words her father would find a way to forgive and welcome her back to the family.

Pavi allowed his self-pity to die the second he desired the limelight his sister currently hogged. He decided not to wait until she finished and literally pushed her off stage to gain a few minutes to himself as he vainly spoke of how his father's death would be the end for them all. Amber narrowed her eyes at her brother but decided against making a scene at her father's funeral. The audience had to choke back laughter at some of the things Pavi mentioned in attempts to sound sorrowful, but in reality coming off as more humorous, although no one dared to laugh lest they fall victim to Luigi's blade.

Even with the bit of comic relief, it did not make up for the fact that "the man who cured the globe" fell victim to the one thing he hoped to cheat. It brought a horrendous fear to the rest of the world when Rotti's pale face was shone on screen.

Thousands of tears fell that day. Even those who were not able to attend the funeral wept bitterly in the numerous churches around the world or the comfort of their own homes, clinging to their loved ones who survived another day thanks to the GeneCo organs beneath their skin. Every artificial heart broke for the one they called their savior. Those whose family memberes were hunted by the repomen scoffed at the scene playing on nearly every television channel with only the words "good riddance" on their lips.

Through it all there was one who chose not to take part in the grieving. She was the one who refused to attend any form of service under any circumstance, yet the only one whose presence Rotti would have wished for. Shilo Wallace, one who was quickly branded as a fool for willingly throwing away the opportunity to take over the largest corporation in the world, knew the danger of showing her face out in the open just yet. Rumors had circulated that the Largo siblings were bent on revenge for their father's love for this stray over his own flesh and blood. Unknown to Shilo, but her decline of GeneCo may have very well saved her life from the vengeful three.

Still Shilo's choice not to attend was her own. Like the many who had fallen at the hands of the repomen, Shilo knew the truth of Rotti's character. It pained her to admit it, but she was glad he would soon be trapped beneath six feet of earth in a place where the worms could rob him of his organs the way he ordered the same for so many others. It mattered not how many organs were replaced, eventually everyone's body would give out. Either that or their soul would be mangled behind the desire of perfection that the original no longer existed. What good was a perfect body if in the process one had to lose their soul?

Shilo glanced up at the service on the hover screen to see the mourners weeping bitterly. She found herself unable to shed a tear for the man who was almost her father. Now as she crept about the city in hopes to discover herself and a way to steer the world to a more hopeful future, she let the memory of the tyrant who once governed the land with his own stern morals evaporate from her mind. He would soon be placed in the ground, a place where he could never control nor harm anyone again.

Thank you for reading. I'm also going to do a chapter for Mag and Nathan following this one. Please let me know what you think. Too wordy? Too vague? All feedback is welcome.