Buffy stood in front of her closet, thinking. It was the Apocalypse again, and a really bad one. For the first time in years, the first time since Sunnydale sank into the earth, Buffy thought she might be killed in battle. So when she started to get dressed, she froze. What do you wear to die?

She used to know. She used to do this all the time: get dressed knowing that any day could be her last. It was no big deal. Now, all of a sudden it seemed important that she be dressed... appropriately.

So Buffy stood in front of her closet, weighing her options. Then, clarity. Those times before, it was just a coincidence, but Buffy decided that from now on it would be a tradition. She pulled a skirt and a blouse from their hangers and started putting them on.

Whenever Buffy died, she wore white.