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A/n: I pray nothing ever happens to them like this. I love Ryan to pieces so please don't think that I hate him or something because I don't hate him. I love him so much.

Ryan and I were sitting at home watching a movie on t.v. I wanted to get a quick snack from the convenience store down the street from our house but Ryan insisted that he be the one that got it while I waited back home .Brendon was over at Pete's house and Jon was in the next town over; visiting with his friend Shaun.

Ryan had gotten into his car and drove away. The last thing he said was: "I'll only be a minute."


The owner of the store had called me. He said that Ryan told him to hit the first number on his 'in case of emergency' list on his phone; which was me. He said that a robber was attempting to rob the store and Ryan was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. The robber had shot Ryan on the spot and he had pulled Ryan out of the doorway and into the store.

I hurried as fast as I could.

I watched him lying in my arms. How could someone have done this to him? He was only gone for a few minutes. His breathing had become raspy and he was bleeding profusely from his chest. The bullet hit dead on at a point blank range.

"Spence..." Ryan spoke softly.
"Yeah Ry? What is it you need buddy?" I said while tears warmly ran down from my eyes down to my cheeks.
"Tell my mom that I never meant to be a bad kid. I never meant to hurt her."
"Don't say that Ryan. You're going to be fine. Brendon just called the ambulance and Jon is on his way."
"I'm not going to make it."
"You're talking non-sense. You're going to be fine!"

He coughed and a small amount of blood splattered on my white cotton shirt.

15 minutes had gone by and I could hear the ambulance turning around the corner.

His breathing had worsened and all I could do was cry. I never thought something like this would happen. I should have been the one to go not Ryan. He looked at me and I bit my lip trying not to sob loudly.

"Spencer..." he breathed slowly. "You were always like a brother to me. You always cared for me. I wanted to tell you that I love you before I leave. So, I love you Spencer."

I wiped my eyes and ran my hand over his brown locks of hair.

"I love you too, Ryan; my brother from another mother."

He smiled weakly.

The paramedics rushed in.

"I'm sorry son. You're going to have to leave." The larger male of the two said.

They put Ryan on a stretcher.

"Can I at least ride with him? His mom is in Nevada."

The paramedic shook his head in agreement for what I was going though. I hurried into the back of the vehicle and they closed the doors. I looked out the window and I could see the look of worry on Brendon's face just as Jon had pulled into the parking lot.

We sped down the road. They had every life support machine attached to him. I held Ryan's hand and he closed his eyes.

"Ryan. Why did this happen?!" I cried out loud.

Ryan squeezed my hand and then I felt the pressure release.

I looked at him and his chest quit moving. The life support fell to a steady beep.

"We've lost him son. We're sorry for your loss. We'll go ahead and take you over to the hospital."
"Thank you." Was all I could manage to speak through my tears.


I waited on Brendon and Jon in the front lobby.

They hastily came into the room.

"Well how is he?" Brendon asked concerned.

I looked to them and put my head back down.

"He's gone."

Brendon sat beside me and laid his head on my shoulder.

Jon crouched down in front of us as Brendon and I both cried. Jon didn't know Ryan as long as I did. He really had no reason to cry. Brendon did however know Ryan for awhile and felt like that's all he could do was cry. Cry along with me.


We notified Ryan's mom and of course she was more saddened and hysterical than we; his friends were. He was her son and I assumed she couldn't really take any more grief. She lost a husband and now a child. No one should have to go through that.
I was Ryan's closest friend since childhood. I knew him better than anyone else; even better than his own parents. It took me awhile to think of my eulogy. I had to sum up my best friend in the best way possible.

The day of the funeral came. I had no worries within me. I know Ryan is in a better place now.

Every one who ever knew and cared about Ryan was there.


The reverend gave me the right to go now.
I stood upon the alter with the sheets of white paper in my hands. I began to read.

"Mrs. Ross, family members, distinguished guests, and friends:

They say in entertainment field, that it goes it sets of threes. We first lost Steve Irwin on the 4th, then we lost Daniel Smith on the 10th; the son of Anna Nicole Smith; who was a celebrity in his own right and now we have lost Ryan. We lost George Ryan Ross only days ago, but we have missed him for a long time. We have missed his kindly presence, that reassuring voice, and the happy ending we had wished for him. I speak for everyone when I say it is still very sad and hard to let him go. Ryan Ross belongs to the ages now, but we preferred it when he belonged to us.

In a life of occasional rough times, he valued above all the gracious gift of his family and friends. During his career, Ryan passed through a thousand crowded places; but there was only one person, he said, who could make him lonely by just leaving the room. That person was me.

We all honor you, Mrs. Ross for the loyalty and love you gave your son on a wonderful journey, and to that journey's end.



Today, the whole entertainment industry, family, friends, and fans grieve over our loss.

When the sun sets tonight off the coast of California, we will lie to rest our friend and loved one. If you could go back to 1994, you'd find a boy of 13 listening to music and dreaming of being a star or running around with his friends and siblings, and coming home to a little house on Greenland Avenue. That town was the kind of place you remember where you prayed side by side with your neighbors, and if things were going wrong for them, you prayed for them, and knew they'd pray for you if things went wrong for you. Though Ryan was an atheist, I believe he got right with God and just never told us.

The Ross family would see its share of hardship, struggle and uncertainty. And out of those circumstances came a young man of steadiness, calm, and a cheerful confidence that life would bring good things. The qualities all of us have seen in Ryan Ross were first spotted 15 years ago. He was the friendly voice that made you smile every day. As a musician, he was the handsome, all-American, good guy, which, in his case, required knowing his notes -- and being himself.

Along the way, certain convictions were formed and fixed in the man. Ryan Ross believed that everything happened for a reason. He believed that people were basically good, and had the right to be free. He believed that bigotry and prejudice were the worst things a person could be guilty of. He believed that America was not just a place in the world, but where all dreams could be made possible.

And he believed in taking a break now and then, because, saying, "genius comes in due time."

Ryan spent only a few years in the media's eyes. From Vegas to Des Moines, to Hollywood to Sacramento, to Washington, D.C., all who met him remembered the same sincere, honest, upright fellow.

There came a point in Ryan's career when people started seeing a future beyond the music. Pete Wentz, recalled one occasion. "I was sitting around the venue with all these people and we were listening to Ryan, quite absorbed. I said, 'Ryan, have you ever considered someday becoming a writer?' He said, 'Writer of what?' ' Like books of poetry,' I said. And he said, 'What's the matter, don't you like my singing either?'"


In 2003, his friend Brendon Urie, said, "Ryan, one day, we're going to be famous and things are going to change for us."

Ryan's moment arrived in 2005. He wrote very inspiring and moving lyrics. What followed was the greatest time in his life. His passion for music that shaped him now began to shape the times.

As soon as Ryan Ross became a celebrity, observers saw a star in the West -- unique, well-dress, poised, talented writer, and on his way.


He was optimistic that his music would thrive wherever it was planted and he acted to defend his music wherever it was threatened.

He met his fate both with courage and grace. In these trials, he showed how a person so enchanted by life can be at peace with life's end.

And where does that strength come from? Where is that courage learned? It is the forgiveness of a man lying on a stretcher, who forgave the one who shot him before he forgave himself.

Now, death has done all that death can do. And as George Ryan Ross goes his way, we are left with the joyful hope he shared. In his years, he saw through a glass darkly. Now he sees his Savior face to face.

And we look to that fine day when we will see him again, all weariness gone, clear of mind, strong and sure, and smiling again, and the sorrow of his parting gone forever.

May God bless Ryan Ross, and the music you loved and shared with the world.


It's been 3 months since Ryan's death. We continue with just the three of us now. Our music just doesn't seem right without him.

It was such a clear, sunny afternoon. Not a cloud in the sky.

We walked over to his gave stone. He was buried next to his dad.

There were still hundreds of flowers and letters lying on the ground and around the grave stones that fans had left. So many flowers and letters that they covered over Ryan's and his dad's stones and over the empty patch of land next to them on both sides.

Brendon removed some of the flowers and stuck the daises we had gotten him, because they were his favorite, in the little vase they have in front of the grave.

This was actually the first time we had seen the grave stone. His mother said the writing on it was beautiful and she began to sob uncontrollably that we couldn't make out her.

His stone had read:

George Ryan Ross

August 30, 1985 - September 13, 2006

Son. Brother. Friend.

'There are holes in the floor of Heaven,
And his tears are pouring down.
That's how you know he's watching,
Wishing he could be here now.
And sometimes when you're lonely,
Just remember he can see.
There are holes in the floor of Heaven,
And he's watching over you and me.'

We stood there for a minute; giving our silent prayers. I felt something wet drop onto my head. I felt my hair and pulled my hand back. It was water. Brendon and Jon noticed and looked at me. I looked to the sky and they followed. Out of now-where, it began to pour down rain. We didn't bother leaving. We just stood there as the rain came down.

"We miss you too, Ryan." I said as I smirked.

We all huddled together with our arms over each other's shoulders; not moving until the rain had stopped.


A/N: I was inspired to write this after reading a fellow writer's [one shot]. The eulogy came from President Bush at Ronald Regan's ceremony. I just changed some words and left quite a bit out. The lyrics on the grave stone are from "Holes In The Floor Of Heaven" by Collin Raye. I also wanted to say that I don't know hardly anything about Ryan and I can't say what he likes/doesn't like, any brothers or sisters, and his religious beliefs. I just know that I read he's an Atheist.