I’d like to thank everybody for coming. My father was always my hero, but it’s gratifying to see that he was a hero to so many others as well. We’re all here to honour his memory and to remember the great things he did for the world.

How many princesses did he save from various castles? How many armies of super soldiers did he destroy? How many worlds went undominated thanks to his tireless efforts? These were his accomplishments, but there was another side to him. He was more than his job. He was my father.

I still remember him teaching me how to double jump in the backyard! And when I jumped onto the roof of the house and realised he hadn’t given me any help at all, it was the best feeling in the world. My father.

Whilst preparing for this eulogy, I found an old box of my father’s in the attic, full of stuff from his adventures. It was mostly sentimental items, not worth much, but underneath everything I found a bag full of coins. Ninety nine coins, to be exact.

Only one coin away from another life.