"Now I ain't usually one for fancy words an' talkin' and such, but I'm gonna say some, because I think Kaylee would want me to."
Mal looked around at the assembled crew and saw them trying to hold back tears. He returned his gaze to the tombstone Jayne had crafted; he didn't want their expressions to make it harder for him to keep his emotions in check.
"Kaylee..." he continued, "Kaylee was the most brightest ray of sunshine I ever had the fortune of meetin'. Full of cheer an' smiles an' love an' all manner of other kinds o' virtues. She always fixed up Serenity as easy as snappin' her fingers. Fixed a lot of things about her crew an' all, I'd reckon, kept caring about us even when we thought we didn't need it. You know, I think the only vice our Kaylee had was the one she used to clamp that thing in the engine. An' possibly strawberries. An' pretty things. Kaylee always appreciated things that were... pretty. So here, Kaylee..."
Mal took the bouquet of brightly colored flowers from Zoe and carefully placed them on the lonely little mound of earth that was Kaylee's grave.
"Have yourself somethin' pretty."