Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to honour a man who was amazing in so many ways. You may have known him since birth, as I have, or you may have only known him a brief time, but in any case, he touched your life. He touched many lives, some with his valiant courage and love, some with his kitchen knives. Although our dear friend Macbeth has passed from this world to the next, there is still much to be learned from him. He always had a kind word for me, and although he was bit intense he was a very special man. His face could have entranced the sirens themselves: such was his beauty and grace. He charmed friends and strangers alike with his wit and warmth. His courage and strength made him a unique man for certain. During battle, he would never lose sight of our goal. He played a key role in the defeat of the Norwegians and served his nation well. Even when he was killing the traitorous Thane of Cawdor, his pain was plainly etched in his face; killing another man was a hardship for this great soul. Such compassion is so rare during wartime. When I had the good fortune to be by his side in battle, he always filled my heart with courage and admiration.I’ve known Macbeth since his early years, and he has always shown compassion and understanding beyond that of any other man I know. During his childhood years, he always displayed a rampant ambition, and a kindness rare among young men. His friendship was something to be treasured. Our many days spent together are some of my fondest memories, and the loss of such days fill me with profound sadness and grief. When Macbeth was introduced to his late wife, there was a spark between them I’ve never seen before. Macbeth treated his conquest with such respect and delicacy, she couldn’t have refused his proposal. They had a very close marriage, and it was filled with love and warmth. It was the kind of union every man hopes he’ll be blessed with...
