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Class K was currently in auditorium, setting things up for Pickwell's farewell funeral.
"Black velvet drapes, people. We need it looking like Phantom by break." Alfie called to his students.
Who were up on the stage.
"Oh, and I want doves."
"Aren't doves for weddings?" (Y/n) asked, thinking of the white birds.
"Black doves, babe." Stephen told her making her nod.
"I ain't ever been to a funeral before, but in the WWE Survivor Series." Mitchell started, all eyes now on him.
"Right, The undertaker comes out of a coffin, chock slams, Randy Orton, and then finishes him off with a tombstone pile driver."
"Why don't we just do that?" He suggested causing his girlfriend to smile at her dumb boyfriend.
"I mean, the reason are literally endless." Wickers answered as if it was obvious.
"Can you just sort out flowers, please?" He begged Mitchell.
"What do I know about flowers?" He stated holding a bunch of white lillies.
"I swear your sister once sold me some roses at the traffic lights." Alfie joked with a smirk.
"Whatever Dickers, she got a proper job now." Mitchell snapped.
"Hey baby, it's okay ignore him, okay?" (Y/n) told him holding his face in her hands.
A soft smile on her pretty face as Mitchell leaned in to her touch, before the pair shared a sweet kiss.
"Rem Dogg, is asking the art department about Pickwell's portraits?" Jing asked walking in to the room.
"Great. Can you tell them to go easy on the whole menopausal, child catcher vibe." Alfie told the girl.
"I'll find one of her smiling."
"Good luck, that like finding a picture of Sir watching One Direction without a boner." Mitchell pointed, laughing.
"Yeah, or a picture of you with your real dad." Wickers fired back, with a mocking laugh.
Causing the boy to glare at him harshly.
"Guys, chillax! Music wise, memorials screams Candle In The Wind." Stephen cutting in stood at the laptop.
"Ah, perfect. Download an Elton John best of. We're going to need loads of emotional music. Ah, like that one from Gladiator." Alfie pointed out.
Only to be met with confusing silence from his students.
"You know, the one that he has in the dream." He started singing horrible off key.
"La-la-la-la."
"Na-na-na-naa."
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