Disclaimer: Not Mine!
I never had a proper laying away. Is it your fault? Hell no!I'm too old and too ugly to be trussed up like a chicken in robes and laid to rest in pillows and satin furfural. I'm a warrior, a solider and the best damn Auror there is. Let me die like one.
I take it as a matter of pride that it took a killing curse from old Voldemort himself to end my life. I wanted to go out with a bang and by God I did it! Alastor Moody slain by Voldemort, the ol'coot wouldn't die any other way. Damn right I wouldn't! Given the chance I would have done everything in my power to take down Voldemort if I had had to tear him apart atom from atom. It was only a bit of lucky good or bad that ended my life before I could make good my intent.
But Harry did a right fine job. I'm proud of the boy for it; like to think I might have shown him a thing or two about magic to help him along the way. In the end, he's dead and the world goes on.
I'm not a selfish man, never seemed right to make much of myself when I was what I was, but I've got my pride. In the battle, I was lost in the fog, I was the first of too many deaths too remember proper like. Harry did his part, took my eye and buried it fitting in the earth. I've come back to haunt the damn Umbridge bitch if he hadn't. Still, I reckoned on more. More tears, more hurt and sorrow more—Tonks missed me for a while but she was too busy being a mother.
I was lost in the wedding; I was lost under Fred, Tonks, Remus and Harry. I was distant, bitter and hard as dragon scales, I shouldn't be surprised.
Still, it might have been nice someone to have wept a little weep just for me.