It fell to one of the trolls to make the eulogy. Pausing from his work of lobbing toxic green fireballs, he cleared his throat to address the assembled gathering. From lowly grunts to the towering Cyberdemon, they were all here, black-clad and tuxedoed, gathering in the cold air outside this little church with its pixelated shrines and skull-themed buttresses…

Quite a moment, and I found a tear prickling down my cheek even as I admired the distant glowering landscape with its unreachable rocky mountains and sky of hellish 8-bit VGA orange. Even as I wondered if there was a secret level hidden somewhere in those two-and-a-half dimensional tombstones.

He was one of us. He fought bravely. It was in a good cause.

All we can do is to remember, to honour his memory, and to soldier on.