You didn't think we would come. Loveable soul that you are, you did not believe that we would assemble to honor you - to mourn.
The room filled to overflowing. Some people laughed, recalling moments in your life when you had been witty, silly, confused, adorable. Others wept, recounting your struggles, your torments, your pain. But all of us remembered one, major point: you are loved.
You didn't think we would come. Did you?
Sleep fair, sweet Jenna. Sleep fair.