Pan past a wall of pictures. Buffy sitting on her bed. More pictures. Dawn sitting on hers. More pictures. Overview shot of the funeral. The gang and some other people that Joyce ostensibly knew, including the only remaining brother in Sunnydale, surround the coffin at the grave site. I may or may not be sniffling at this point. Reaction shots from the Scoobies, and then I shriek in true pain. Xander and his hockey hair and stupid dark suit make him look like he's starring in a Manitoba revival of Guys and Dolls. And Anya's hair has somehow managed to grow three feet since "The Body." Okay. Back to the angst. Everyone the world over is sad. Buffy holds onto Dawn, who cries into her shoulder as the first shovelful of dirt hits the coffin. The clergyman does the whole "ashes to ashes" spiel as various members of the assemblage comfort Buffy and Dawn before wandering off. Dawn goes to join Willow and Tara, leaving Buffy standing alone at the grave. She declines to go with them and stays, standing next to the grave. The witchlets take off, and we zoom up on Buffy's face as the sky gets progressively darker. The shot changes to a view of Buffy's feet from behind, and a pair of black pants walks into the frame. Oh, right. Are we supposed to be surprised here? Yet again, this is one moment I would have enjoyed eight trillion percent more had it not been in the previews. "I'm sorry I couldn't come sooner," says Angel all gravelly-voiced. Buffy silently and without looking slips her hand into his. Aw.
Back at Willow's double-wide dorm room, she makes fish faces at Dawn to make her feel better. No. Wait. That's just me playing with the pause button. But she is trying to comfort Dawn, who is camped out on her sleeping bag on the floor. Dawn gets upset, accusing Willow of saying, "What? Life goes on and I forget Mom?" Tara very sweetly explains, "You make a place for her in your heart. Sort of like she becomes a part of you. Does that make sense?" Willow tries in vain to placate Dawn with offers of magically making a stuffed animal dance (is Dawn four, Willow? Geez.), but Dawn wants to do a spell to bring her mom back. Willow and Tara look worried at the sight of Dawn's resolute face.
Okay. Xander. Anya. Post-coital. Crappy chick music in the background. Freaky nipple shot in the foreground. Anya mentions how Joyce's death has brought her into a larger understanding of the process of life and, because she's Anya, relates it to sex. Xander isn't getting it, so Anya clarifies that sex is "about life. About making life." Xander starts to freak, saying, "Right, when two people are much older and way richer and far less stupid." Snicker. Anya tells him to relax, she's not suggesting that she get knocked up, and then says something prove that she has grown as a person. She and Xander mack some more.