(Cut to Buffy sitting unresponsive in the chair in Xander's bedroom. Cut to Willow sitting on Xander's bed staring at Buffy. Back inside the magical vision.)

WILLOW: I can't keep following you around like this, Buffy. We have to go. You have to talk to...

(Willow enters the room, sees something on the floor.)

WILLOW: ...me.

(Willow walks slowly into the room as we see what she's looking at. It is Joyce's graveyard plot complete with a mound of fresh dirt, sprinkled with fallen leaves, and a fringe of grass. The headstone reads Joyce Summers 1958-2001. Buffy #2 stands staring at the grave with her arms folded. Willow walks up next to her, also looking at the grave. )

WILLOW: I'm sorry.

BUFFY #2: Don't be. Death is my gift.

WILLOW: Yeah, I keep hearing that, but I'm not exactly sure what it means.

BUFFY: (shrugs) It's really not that complicated.

(they go through another door, into Dawn's room)

WILLOW: Not for you, maybe ...

BUFFY: It's what I do. C'mon, you've known me for how long? It's what I'm here for. It's all I am.

(smothers Dawn with a Pillow)

WILLOW: Stop! No, God, no. Stop!

BUFFY: What? I keep telling you, Will. I figured it out. Death is my gift.

• Slayerhood

written by: Douglas Petrie; I modified text from Rayne's shooting script to match televised version & my formatting.. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/99weightofworld.html