Kings will come…

It was a cold funeral. Neither Lex nor Lucas shed a tear. They'd never been allowed before…why now? Lionel had not taught them to love, and they would give him none.

Lex gave a speech. It was formulaic. Everyone had heard the same thing in every newspaper and every news channel. He gave back. He gave back a fair amount from his great surplus. He made the obligatory contributions.

He did his part. He did great things.

His friends…

It was a sad day. There was not a dry eye. Mrs. Kent's tissue was permanently attached to her face. Clark mourned his father with everything he had. The Kent farm was a house full of love, and now it seemed as though it would be empty.

Clark spoke, but he couldn't finish the speech because his voice kept cracking. All Clark could say was that his father was a good man. He did all he could. He gave more love than it seemed a man could possess.

He went above and beyond. He was a great man.