Transcription of events at the eulogy for Albus Dumbledore
Transcription of events at the Eulogy by Aberforth Dumbledore, for his brother, Albus.
[Aberforth Dumbledore:]When you get to my age, you get used to your friends' funerals. At one hundred and fourty-five years of age, you're no longer under the impression you have for your first century that you and everyone you love will live forever. But as prepared as I am for any death but this, Albie's passing, I wasn't. Even though he's ten years older than me, (eleven by official records, which is a funny story I won't get into here), and even though he's thrown himself into harm's way countless times, whether to fight evil, for a lark, or to impress girls like he used to when we were kids, even though I know no man who fears death less than he, I've always believed and known that Albie would outlast me. He has this sparkle in his eye that said "I'm not done yet, not by a long shot."
I'll always remember the speech he gave at my wedding to my goat, Gertrude...
[Commotion]
[Different voice:] Oh dear, a funeral? Has someone died? I was in my bath and saw this large commotion and hurried down as fast as I could...
[Aberfirth:] ALBIE! You're alive! And wearing your bathrobe and slippers!
[Other voice:] Yes, I had deduced this, Aberforth.
[Aberfirth:] BUT! You were DEAD.
[Other voice:] Oh, yes, I am afraid I ate one too many spoiled Acromantula eyes. However, as I have always said, there is little that a bath cannot fix. Particularly one filled phoenix tears collected over many years.
[Stenographer's note: Here the noise gets too loud and the stenographer was too overcome with emotion to keep transcribing.]
[Aberforth Dumbledore:]When you get to my age, you get used to your friends' funerals. At one hundred and fourty-five years of age, you're no longer under the impression you have for your first century that you and everyone you love will live forever. But as prepared as I am for any death but this, Albie's passing, I wasn't. Even though he's ten years older than me, (eleven by official records, which is a funny story I won't get into here), and even though he's thrown himself into harm's way countless times, whether to fight evil, for a lark, or to impress girls like he used to when we were kids, even though I know no man who fears death less than he, I've always believed and known that Albie would outlast me. He has this sparkle in his eye that said "I'm not done yet, not by a long shot."
I'll always remember the speech he gave at my wedding to my goat, Gertrude...
[Commotion]
[Different voice:] Oh dear, a funeral? Has someone died? I was in my bath and saw this large commotion and hurried down as fast as I could...
[Aberfirth:] ALBIE! You're alive! And wearing your bathrobe and slippers!
[Other voice:] Yes, I had deduced this, Aberforth.
[Aberfirth:] BUT! You were DEAD.
[Other voice:] Oh, yes, I am afraid I ate one too many spoiled Acromantula eyes. However, as I have always said, there is little that a bath cannot fix. Particularly one filled phoenix tears collected over many years.
[Stenographer's note: Here the noise gets too loud and the stenographer was too overcome with emotion to keep transcribing.]