When they reached the church, Ethan stumbled out the car. He steadied himself and stood next to the hearse with the other coffin bearers. Lofty, Max, Big Mac, Iain, Jacob, Noel, and himself were tasked with the job of carrying Caleb into the church. They filed into the church and carefully slid the coffin into place. Ethan placed the photograph on-top and then turned to sit down. He sat in the front row next to Robyn who held his hand and squeezed it every so often in reassurance. When he was called to speak he shakily stood up, he slowly stumbled over to the podium and pulled a crumpled piece of a paper out of his waistcoat pocket. "Ok, keep your cool, just step forward and talk, don't overthink." He could almost hear his brothers voice as he remembered Cal's coaching for his first date with Honey. He placed the paper on the podium and ran his palms over it to flatten it out. He let out a long shaky breath and began his eulogy. "Many people look at us and at first glance don't realise that we are brothers. Caleb took our mothers maiden name due to a fall out with our Dad when he left home to go to university. But physically we were both different. He had his ashy blonde hair, muscular build, tall yet I have yellow blonde hair, glasses, nerdy, and skinny build. His personality of getting the girls and partying to the early hours was a sheer contrast to my study, organised work ethic. Caleb always overlooked these differences. He never once stopped to think that maybe he should just forget about me. Perhaps maybe just this time, we can just leave the nerdy brother behind to *gasp in mock horror* study!" Ethan let out a shaky laugh as many of his colleagues chuckled at the joke. "Caleb and I lost our mother a year ago. Caleb couldn't handle the pain and left, I hated him for a while but I understood. He told me one day when he was super drunk "I couldn't handle my own emotions, I left so I wouldn't sink you with my own tears." After that day I began to see Caleb as my brother again, since that day we have been closer than ever, it was like the years between us just melted away. Our mother would have been proud." Ethan let out a huge sob before composing himself enough to continue. "Caleb saved lives, like hundreds of lives, hell, he saved my life. I owe him my entire existence. The day of the crash he put his own emotions aside to perform a life saving procedure when no one else could. He then sat by my bedside for hours. He spoke to me, he told me how much I meant to him, how I was his safety net. The next day I snuck out to Jeff's funeral, he spent the entire time worrying about me, and when I got back he tried to order several tests and was flapping about like a mother hen." Ethan smiled at the memory. "Do you know what I never go to tell him?" Ethan's mood drastically changed as he injected more passion into his voice. "Caleb, you were my safety net. I owe you my life, and I will never be able to repay you for all you have done, every panic attack, every injury, illness, asthma attack. You listened to me when I had a hard day, when I felt that I was up against everything, or when I had a run in with Connie 'the ice queen' Beauchamp." Everyone laughed at looked at Connie who rolled her tears eyes. "Cal, I feel like this isn't real, I keep thinking that you are out at the pub and are going to rock up at home at 4am with some girl, but now you're drinking in heavens bar. When Connie told me you'd died, I felt my entire world shatter. You were all I had left. My entire family. Gone." Ethan reached a shaky hand underneath the podium and pulled out a bottle of Vodka and a glass. He nodded to Mac, Lofty, Max and Noel. They each brought forwards a tray of shots, they handed them out and when Ethan was satisfied that everyone had a glass, he poured himself a double. "Here's to Dr Caleb, call me Cal, Knight, my safety net!" He toasted loudly. "To Cal" everyone roared back. Everyone knocked back the shots. Ethan cringed as the clear liquid slid down his throat. Max poured another round. "To our Brother!" He shouted. "To our brother!" They all yelled back. They downed their second shots. Then everyone took it in turns to walk up to the front and place their overturned glasses on top of the casket.