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Today
I've got a funeral to go to today. It wasn't a suicide in the conventional sense, not a gun to the head or a leap off a bridge or a building, no, Special Agent Fox Mulder respected Scully's memory to much for that. But it was suicide, no doubt about that.
When she was killed, Mulder died the same day, even though his body still went through the motions of life. He gave up the X-Files and went back to the BSU. I didn't see him much after the funeral and his transfer, but I did keep tabs on him. He took more risks, was more careless even then he was before. He didn't have anyone anymore to keep him in line and I wasn't surprised at all when I got the news.
I've got a funeral to go to today. There won't be many people there, just his mother, Scully's mother, a few people from the bureau, and me. Not a very fitting remembrence for a great man, but if I knew him at all, Mulder wouldn't have cared for a big ceremony. All the people still alive that he cared about will be there, and that would be enough for him.
I need to go now, to get dressed. The sky is weeping today, we won't have to mourn alone. My Grandmother used to say that the rain is God crying, and today I believe it. Not only the empty shell that was once Mulder is being buried, but the last remnent of one of the greatest partnerships in the history of the FBI and a quest for the Truth.
I've got a funeral to go to today. Afterwards, I'm going to send in my request for early retirement. Maybe I'll go to somewhere warm and write a book, one about the secrets our government is concealing. Nothing will ever be the same.
-Walter Skinner's Journal, April 2, 2000
