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We are gathered here today, to mourn the passing of a good friend.
Lightgun was kind of ridiculous, but I think that's what made me like him even more. He made me feel, almost cool, even though what accompanied him couldn't keep you entertained for very long. There was just something about him that brought people together.
All of my friends just loved being around him. By the end of the night, he was always covered in pizza grease and pressed right up against the television screen. He never said a word about how cheap that was, because all he cared about was that we were having fun.
And he wasn't ashamed of who he was. He would always be dressed in an outrageously bright orange. He knew he looked childish, but that was his point. He wanted everyone to know that he was only out to have fun. A pacifist through and through, he couldn't bare the thought of someone getting hurt on his watch, just because of the way he looked.
Technology may have killed you my friend, but nobody has forgotten your love of having fun. The Wiimote can never replace you, no matter what piece of plastic we place it in. Let us not remember Lightgun in death, but how he lived. You will be missed, friend, you will be missed.