Wow, thanks bluefall. This is a story that has me grasping for and missing unclichéd synonyms for powerful and moving.
Add me to the list of people who wish there was a tip jar for this type of creativity.
I was guessing at what happened to Lucy -- I thought it might be breast cancer for a bit, or an accident, or some sort of murder-fridging -- and why Wonder Woman would be at a funeral and what she'd think of the whole Christian flavour. In retrospect, I like how this was handled, and Wonder Woman was simply doing a righteous duty and respectfully ignoring any thoughts about any religious differences.
I'm glad Vanessa didn't, though. I laughed, but then I have been angry that dead friends of mine haven't shown up as ghosts or been reincarnated. And hopeful they didn't come back as silverfish bugs squished reflexively in the bathroom in the middle of the night, or some chain of such things like Douglas Adams's Agrajag character. Or "gotten better" like Lucy might in DCU...
What really floored me was when Lucy, who teased Vanessa about playing with dolls, had begged for a WW doll from her parents. Poor Lucy. If only there had been an intardnet where you'd be able to find out in minutes that you are not alone in your "immaturities".
Just to prove it I went looking for femslash. Instead I noticed that the characters are drawn physically aging. Wow!