"It looks like a fun gang."

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"I mean, is that ridiculous? Can you believe she actually thought that?" Chandler looked at us while we were stuffing our faces with Chinese takeout.

"Um...yeah." Rachel let out a chuckle. Chandler gave her a look. "Well, I mean, when I first met you, you know, I thought maybe...possibly you might be." Rachel shrugged her shoulders.

"You did?" My brother asked her.

"Yeah." She nodded her head. "But then you spent Phoebe's entire birthday party talking to my breasts, so then I figured maybe not." She answered.

"Huh. Did any of the rest of you guys think that when you first met me? Of course, except my little sister." He looked at all of us.

"I did. Yeah, I think so. Kind of." Monica and Phoebe responded with nods of agreement.

"See, I thought you were going through a phase or something, and turns out, you were." I smiled. "And that phase is still continuing from the looks of it." I cleared my throat.

"Not me." Joey shook his head.

"No, no. Me neither." Ross reassured my brother. "Although, uh, you know, back in college, Susan Salidor did. "He admitted.

"You're kidding." Chandler was literally sitting on the edge of the couch. "Did you tell her I wasn't?" He asked his best friend.

"No." Ross glanced up before going back to his food. "Well, it's just 'cause I kind of wanted to go out with here, too, so I actually told her you were seeing Bernie Spellman who also liked her, so..." The rest of us were trying not to laugh but stopped when Chandler saw us.

"This is fascinating. So, uh, what is it about me?" He asked.

"I don't know." Phoebe shrugged her shoulders and stole a piece of broccoli from me. "'Cause you're smart, you're funny—"

"Ross is smart and funny. Do you think that about him, too?" He looked over at her.

"Yeah, right!" Phoebe replied, making the six of us laughed.

"What is it?" He exclaimed since we couldn't give him a straight answer.

"Okay, I–I don't know. You just...you have a quality." Monica started, the six of us agreeing.

"'A quality'. Good." Chandler stood up with his plate of food. "Because I was worried you were going to be vague about this." The phone started to ring, so Monica picked it up.

"Hello?" She asked the person on the other end. "Oh, Suparna, it's Matt. He's calling from Rome." Monica handed me the phone.

"Shoot, I gave him the wrong number. But I can't believe he's calling from Rome." I squealed and took the phone. "Buon giorno, caro mio." I giggled and walked away from them. {Good morning, my dear.}

"Do you know how good you sound speaking Italian? It makes me want to book you a flight so you can fly over here." He chuckled roughly.

"You know I'd love to, but I can't. I'll leave you to your family. Bye, Matt." I blushed a little.

"Arrivederci, amore mio." He said before I hung up the phone. I let out a happy sigh and leaned against the wall. The phone started to ring again. {Goodbye, my love.}

"Hello?" I asked.

"Monica? Is that you?" Monica's father's voice came on the other line.

"Oh, hi, Jack, it's Suparna. Let me just get Monica." I blurted out before walking over to her. "It's your dad." I handed her the phone.

"Hey, Dad. What's up?" She asked him. "Oh, God." She hung up the phone. "Ross, it's Nana." He stopped eating and looked up.

Once Monica and Ross left the apartment, the rest of us headed down to Central Perk to hang out and drink coffee.

"I just have to know, okay? Is it my hair?" Chandler pointed to it.

"Yes, Chandler. That's exactly what it is. It's your hair." Rachel answered.

"Yeah, you have homosexual hair." Phoebe looked up at him.

"Hi." Monica and Ross walked into the coffee shop.

"So, um, did she..." Phoebe trailed off, asking about their grandmother.

"Twice." Ross looked over at us as he and Monica hung up their coats.

"Oh, that sucks." Phoebe replied. 

"God, are you guys okay?" I looked between the two of them sadly.

"I don't know, it's weird. I mean, I know she's gone, but I just don't feel, uh..." Ross sat in the arm chair while Monica sat on the arm of it.

"Maybe she's not really gone." Phoebe suggested.

"No, no. She's gone." Ross nodded his head in measurement.

"We checked." Monica added. "A lot." She let out a sigh as Ross rubbed here back.

"I mean, maybe non one ever really goes, you know?" Phoebe explained. "Ever since my mom died, every now and then, I get this feeling that she's, like, right here, you know?" She motioned to her right, where Chandler was sitting. "Oh! And Debbie, my best friend from junior high, got struck by lightning on a miniature golf course. I always get this really strong 'Debbie' vibe whenever I use one of those little yellow pencils, you know?" She leaned back against the sofa. "I miss her." She pouted slightly.

"Oh. Here, Pheebs." Rachel pulled out a little yellow pencil from a pocket in her apron and handed it to her.

"Now, see, I don't believe any of that." Joey motioned to the two girls with the newspaper. "I think when you're dead, you're dead. You're gone. You're worm food." I looked over at Joey and gave him a look, to which he just shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know who this is, but it's not Debbie." Phoebe handed Rachel the little pencil back. The next day we were dressed up in black for the funeral.

"Rach, Matt sent over a pair of black heels, but they're not my style—" I tried to say.

"Yes! I will totally take them off your hands." She squealed and wrapped her arms around me.

"Morning." Joey and Chandler walked into Monica's apartment. "We ready to go?" Joey asked.

"Don't we look nice all dressed up?" Chandler spoke up. We kind of looked at him funnily. "It's stuff like that, isn't it?" We just headed out. After service, Jack and Judy joined us as we walked through the cemetery.

"Joey, why does your overcoat sound like Brent Musburger?" I whispered to him as he, Chandler, and I walked alongside each other.

"Giants vs. Cowboys." Joey pulled out a portable radio from inside, making me roll my eyes.

"You're watching a football game at a funeral?" Chandler asked.

"No, it's the pregame." Joey corrected him. "I'm going to watch it at the reception." I smacked Joey's chest and picked up my pace.

"God, what a great day." Phoebe let out a sigh, making all of us give her a look. "Weather–wise." She quickly added.

"I know. The air, the trees...even though Nana's gone, there's something almost...I don't know...almost like—" Ross fell into an open grave.

"Ross!" We all called out to him, leaning over to see him lying down in the grave.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." He reassured us. "I'm just...just...having my worst fear realized." Later in the evening, we headed over to the Geller house for the reception.

"Okay, don't worry. I'm checking to see if the muscle's still in spasm." Ross was lying on the ground while Phoebe was checking on him.

"Here, sweetie. I took these when I was in that golfing accident." Judy handed him a bottle of pills. Before walking away, she covered Monica's ears with her hair. After Ross woke up from being knocked out by the pills, he was quite drowsy.

"Suparna, I love you so, so, so much." I made him wrap his arm around me so I could keep him up and standing. "And do you know who else loves you?" Before he could continue, Joey pulled him away from me. Ross ended up passed out on Rachel, Joey and pretty much every other guy at the reception were tuning in for the game, Monica was practically being tormented by her mother, and Phoebe and I were sitting on the sofa together.

"Pheebs, Sup...could one of you hand me a cracker?" Rachel asked quietly.

Suddenly, all the guys yelled out "No!" and "Oh my God!" at the same time.

"Now I'm depressed." Jack said and turned around to see the rest of the guests. "Even more than I was." He added to not seem heartless. After we headed to the building and got changed into regular clothes, we headed down to Central Perk to look at Monica and Ross' baby pictures. The seven of us piled onto the one long couch.

"Hey, who's this little naked guy?" Rachel showed us the baby picture.

"That little naked guy would be me." Ross spoke up.

"Aw, look at the little thing." Rachel giggled.

"Yes." Ross didn't seem happy about this at all. "Yes, fine. That is my penis. Can we be adults now?" He asked us.

"Who are those people?" I nodded towards the photo Fram in Ross' hands.

"Oh. I don't know." He furrowed his brows and studied the picture.

"That's Nana right there in the middle." Monica pointed out. "Let's see." Monica flipped it over to read the inscription. "'Me and the gang at Java Joe's'." She read.

"Monica, you look just like her." I glanced over at her, looking up from the picture. "How old was she in this?"

"Let's see...1939. 24, 25." Monica nodded her head.

"Huh. It looks like a fun gang." Ross held up the picture. 

"Ooh, look, look, look, look, look. I got Monica naked." Joey chuckled and waved the picture.

"Let's see it!" Monica said as he handed me the picture. I showed it to the rest of them.

"No, no. That would be me again." We furrowed our brows and leaned over to look at it. "I'm, uh, just trying something." Ross explained.