Ah, you know what? Fuck this! Oh, don't act so shocked, you phonies! You know how this works. In a few months, some magic amulet will bring him back, or, we'll find some alternate dimension Alistair that's exactly like the one we had before. How many of you here have already died? Exactly! So all due respect to Alistair, the infamous Radio Demon or whoever bites it next, but I am done with your memorials, your wakes, or flying to your home planets to scatter your fucking ashes! I am DONE! But...