They did all this grieving the way men do, but, bro, no man knows, not me, not you, how to get to goodbye. His guys tried. They remembered the right words. Our king! Lonely ring-wielder! Inheritor of everything! He was our man, but every man dies. 3180 Here he is now! Here our best boy lies! He rode hard! He stayed thirsty! He was the man! He was the man.
