[ voice; ]
Captain America is dead.
[ a -- oh god. Namor does not take these things well. ]
Captain America is...dead.
[ A rather long pause. ]
...A memorial service will be held on the second of June at [this] location, from seven-pm until nine. There will be no body to bury or ashes to venerate, and attendance is compulsory for anyone even daring to call themselves an Inavder, an Avenger, or a member of the Fifty-States Initiative. [ another pause ] Do not -- do not force me hunt you down and make you attend, Surface Dwellers. You will not enjoy it and I refuse to have the man's memory sullied by your ineptitude. Similarly, any villains caught showing their face at the ceremony will be apprehended and imprisoned on sight -- I don't care if you want to pay your respects.
[ he trails ]
...Long live the American Dream. Those of you who wish to speak to me on the matter know where to find me.