" A friend to us all… God teaches us … that everyone has a purpose in life, no one .. With absolutely no exceptions is ever lost, is ever overlooked, ever forgotten. Sometimes we forget these things, but they are always there.. Latent waiting to be acknowledged, …Kuwabara; Kazuma, you were never forgotten, "
( Yusuke)
" I hate being underestimated, but underestimating is even worse. One may think they know someone, even understand them, they become an irritation because you know they are so easy to read so easy to comprehend.. But really you're jealous no one understands you like that. Kuwabara… I don't think I ever really understood you." ( Hiei)

"A purer soul I don't think I have ever seen. Ambition that amazed even me. Loyalty that was unmistakable.. Hah… I laugh at the thought that these qualities could be reiterated at anyone's funeral, but I think that for the first time these words are as pure as who they are about," ( Kurama)

As each person walked down from the podium a grim sorrow manifested their face. A grimace that only accompanies the realization that… the person you're speaking about is never going to hear those beautiful words you just said about; for them. You mentally harass yourself.. Why…oh why didn't I say that when he or she was alive? It could have changed everything… it could have …made the difference. And as their smile haunts your memories… evidently and inescapably so does that irrepressible guilt.

"And when I saw him face down in the grass a mess of blood and dirt and sweat. I knew it, that he went out to find himself, but I never imagined he would never come back…"( Koenma) The voice cracked and shrank back amongst the crowd unable to continue.

Tears stained the ground of the funeral home. People leaned against one another unable to support their own heavy grief. Yusuke walked up proudly between the chairs, up the main aisle. With a final gift for his deceased friend weighed heavily in his arms an unreadable feature painted over his face. When he finally reached the casket he removed the thick velvet veil from around the present. Once removed Yusuke turned and faced his paralyzed audience, they stared in wonder and awe at the most beautifully crafted sword anyone from the three worlds has ever laid eyes on. The sword glistened even in the dim light of the funeral with gem of ever color masterfully carved into he handle and almost divine sheen reflecting off of the blade.

" For you Kazuma. Finally an identity, you chose the weapon , and we took the liberty as your friends to perfect it." And as he placed the sword on the corpse of his friend, everyone in the room joined in a final prayer to say goodbye.