Who's crazier?

Epilogue: Part 2

6 men carried the coffin solemnly into the small church in Stars Hollow. Luke and Mitchum Huntzberger led, with Jess, Tristin, Finn and Colin behind them. Rory stood at the front of the church, with Lorelai hugging her and Alex standing with her eyes dead ahead of her. Liv shook as she listened to the steps getting louder. As the men set the coffin down, they joined the rest of the mourners, yet Jess joined his mom and his baby on the other side of the church from Liv.

Jess carried Ava and Liv into the house, Liv drunkly stumbling while clutching onto his shoulder. He settled Liv on the sofa while he put Ava in her cot, and then sat by Liv.

"Jess, baby, I'm so sorry," Liv whispered.

"I don't wanna hear it," Jess said.

"No, please, listen," Liv started.

"No Liv! I don't wanna hear it! You put our baby in danger! How could you do that?" Jess shouted.

"I just couldn't handle it anymore! You were working all day, sleeping through the night, and I was up with her all day and night. And I love her, I really do, because she's a piece of me and you and we're so lucky to have her, but I couldn't do it anymore, I needed a break, because she cries all the time. And you aren't helping me at all. And drink is the only way I've coped," she admitted, tears streaming down her face.

"Was today the first time you drank while looking after her?" Jess asked.

"Yes," she said, "but when my mum has taken her for a few hours I have. Before you say anything I don't have a problem. I'm not addicted. I can live without it, I choose to drink it."

"Well that makes me feel so much better," Jess laughed bitterly.

They sat in silence, until Liv began to cry more.

"If you're trying to make me feel sorry for you it won't work."

"No, Jess. Logan's dead. I don't care about what is happening with us right now. My brother-in-law just died. I need to see Rory," she insisted, but fell back on the sofa as she stood up.

"Why don't you call her?" Jess suggested.

"Jess, they wanted to have a baby together. They wanted what we have and now they can't have it," Liv said, almost hysterically.

"Liv, they were happy. Look, you need to sleep. There's no way you're getting up the stairs, so I'll get you some pillows and blankets," Jess said.

A few moments later, he returned, and made her more comfortable. When she was drifting off, he sighed and buried his face in his hands before going up to sleep in his empty bed.

Liv stood listening to the service thinking about that night. They hadn't spoken since, apart from when he told her he and Ava were going to live with Liz and TJ for a while. Since then, Liv had been with Rory the whole time. She had to be there for her sister, regardless of what was going on in her own life.

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of Logan Huntzberger," the reverend began, "a husband, a son, a brother, a father," everyone's mind drifted to Alex, "a friend. A soul taken too soon. First, a poem, read by his wife, Rory."

Liv squeezed Rory's hand, before she shakily walked up to the podium, unfolding a piece of paper.

"I wrote this myself," she said, quietly.

"My love,
Every day you would whistle
While getting ready for work.
Now the house is silent.

Every day you'd hug me tight
When I moaned I was cold.
Now I shiver
Without your arms around me.