Nicky’s funeral was several days later. Angel turned on the TV in Shane’s house. ‘Do you need help, Shane?’ ‘No, I’m fine.’ A news reporter showed up at the screen. ‘Today is the day that Westlifer Nicky Byrne is being buried. His death, a shock to many people came very…’ Angel switched the channel. Nicky touched her hand. ‘I’m not talking to you.’ ‘Angel, I couldn’t help it. I was sleeping.’ Angel turned to face Nicky.

‘You’ve been crying.’ ‘I’ve hurt my best friend in the worse way I could.’ ‘Bryan will survive. What about you? Why are you still here?’ ‘Bryan is my unfinished business.’ Shane entered the room. ‘Hi Nicky.’ Nicky walked up to him. ‘I’m so sorry.’ Shane hugged him.

‘Just stick around for a while.’ ‘I’m not going to my own funeral. I don’t want to see Bryan fall to pieces.’ ‘You don’t have to.’ Shane sighed and said: ‘how do I look?’ ‘Perfect.’ Angel straightened his tie and brushed his hair from his face. ‘Good luck. Give Bryan a hug for me?’ Angel grabbed her purse and walked to the front door. ‘See you later Nicky.’

Shane and Angel were standing on each side of Bryan when the coffin was lowered in the grave. Bryan sobbed like he had done throughout the whole service. Angel took his hand in her and gave him a gentle squeeze. ‘I’m sure that where ever he is Bryan, he will keeping an eye on you.’ Bryan tried to smile. ‘I’m glad he knew you before he died.’ Angel hugged him. ‘Shane, I have to go.’ Angel kissed him and the other guys and walked away from the grave. Bryan who watched her go could have sworn that she disappeared in thin air whilst walking away.

Several years later.
Bryan was looking in the mirror. His bow tie was knotted wrong and he was a mess. He looked to the ceiling and said: ‘I could do with a little help here.’ ‘Let me help.’ Bryan froze when he heard that voice. Slowly he turned around thinking that he was dreaming. But he wasn’t. His best friend who died three years earlier stood in his room with a big smile on his face. Behind him stood his girlfriend Angel, who had disappeared after the funeral. ‘Nicky, what...how?’ ‘I had some unfinished business. I had to make you happy.’ ‘And dying was your idea of making me happy?’ Angel walked to him. ‘Nicky stayed around to make you happy.’ She fixed his tie. ‘There, you look great.’ ‘Are you ready to get married my man.’ ‘Part from the nerves I feel fine.’ Kian entered the room.

‘Who are you…’ He stopped and his eyes grew big. ‘Ooh man I had too much to drink last night.’ ‘It’s really me, Kian.’ Kian walked to Nicky and hugged him. ‘So you stuck around after all. And all those fans saying they heard you sing at concerts weren’t crazy.’ Nicky shook his head. ‘I would never let you guys down.’

Mark walked in the room. ‘Hey Nicky, hey Angel.’ He walked to the window, stopped and turned around. ‘My god, Shane wasn’t losing his mind. I thought…when he…’ Nicky hugged him. ‘All those years that you thought Shane was talking to himself he was talking to us.’ Mark hugged Angel. ‘You still look beautiful. How come you are with him?’ Angel gave him a big smile. ‘I died six months before he did.’ Kian, Bryan and Mark looked at her with big eyes. ‘Yes, I dated a ghost.’ Nicky sat smacking the guys over their heads. ‘And stop looking she is mine. Shane came in to tell Bryan that the bride had arrived. Bryan nodded. ‘Are you staying until….’ Nicky nodded.

At the same time that Nicky said his I do’s to his wife a judge in Sligo sentenced Angel’s murderer for life. Bryan and Angel looked at each other and together they clapped their wings at their friends.