Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to remember the many survivors of the crash of Oceanic Flight 815, whose lives came to a tragic end, after roughly 100 days on this special and unique Island. Whether they died by mercenary gunfire, freighter explosion, flaming arrows, or claymore mines, it is my hope that each one of them had fulfilled their destiny on the Island, and that they all died for a reason. And although we didn't know most of their names or their faces, we at least acknowledge that they were a part of the camp, and may they be remembered as such. Rest in peace, Oceanic Redshirts. Um, amen, I guess. I don't know how to end these.