Thirty years. Had it really been that long? Justin shook his head in disbelief. In some ways, it was as if they had just met yesterday and at the same time it felt like they'd always been together. Forever. A lifetime. Most of their years together had been good. There was still the odd bad time here and there just to keep him on his toes. God knew that having Brian Kinney as a partner could definitely keep a person on his toes. Justin smiled to himself. "Mr. Taylor?" A nice looking thirty-something man pulled Justin from his thoughts. Justin looked up at the man's pleasant face. "He's ready now." Justin nodded and stood. He smoothed his clothes before following the younger man down a hallway. The man stopped to open a large pair of sliding doors. Justin took a deep breath before following him inside. The room was spacious without being vacuous. If Justin hadn't known better, he could have easily mistaken it as just your everyday run of the mill meeting room. The thing that set this room apart was the casket at one end. Justin forced the lump in his throat down and walked toward the shiny black box. Once at the front of the room, Justin looked down at the man who had become his whole life as the other man lie motionless. Even in death, Brian Kinney was beautiful. He had stayed fit to the end and his hair was a thick mane of salt and pepper gray. He looked as if he were sleeping. Justin sniffed and reached out to caress his lover's cold cheek. "Is the arrangement acceptable, Mr. Taylor?" "Yes. He looks fine." Justin said distractedly. "The viewing will begin in about a half an hour." The younger man said glancing at his watch. "Thank you, Mr. Emerson." Emerson nodded and excused himself. He closed the sliding doors as he slipped out into the hallway. "Alone at last." Justin said with a small smile. "Oh, Brian, what am I going to do without you?" Justin paused to clear the growing lump in his throat. "I miss you so much already. Gus is a Godsend, though. He has been so helpful. I know he's hurting, too, and I want to be supportive, but I just can't right now, you know." Justin wiped at the tears wetting his face. "Gus and I and maybe Lindsay and Michael are planning to start going through your things in a few days. I haven't been able to bring myself to do it just yet. I only know of a few things that I really want to keep. The others can decide on who wants what." Justin paused. "I don't need souvenirs. I have 30 years of memories, good and bad. I don't need mementos of the times we've spent together. I have it all up here." He pointed to his head. "And, in here." He pointed to his heart. "Almost all my memories are good, believe it or not. You could be an asshole. But, you weren't nearly the heartless prick you tried to be." Justin smiled. "I knew that." Justin could almost see Brian rolling his eyes. "I was on to you, remember.” Justin sniffed. “Daphne and her husband, Nathan, are coming in tonight. She was pretty much devastated when I told her. She always did have a bit of a crush on you, you know. I wonder if she ever told her husband that. Nathan would probably find it quite amusing actually. You know how he is." Justin looked at his watch. In a little over 15 minutes, the doors would open and he would have to put on his brave face once again. Justin hated having to be strong all the time. He knew he could do it. At least he hoped he could. Maybe if I don't look directly as the casket. Justin thought. I should be okay. I think. "I love you, Baby." Justin said softly as he leaned down and kissed Brian gently on his lips. "You be sure and save a spot for me, okay?" He whispered into Brian's ear. "Good-bye, my love." The end.