Iskall: We are gathered here today—
Stress: *sobs*
Iskall: To honor the life—
False: And death—
Stress: *sobs harder*
Iskall: —Of the unnamed British Shorthair cat who meant so much to us all. They were family. The victim of, uh . . .
Xisuma: The victim of your terrible aim with a bow and arrow.
Stress: *sobs some more*
Jevin: Well, I'm out.
False: Don't be rude, this is a funeral!
Jevin: For a Minecraft cat
Iskall: Both of you be quiet. Xisuma, start the music again
Xisuma: You got it
Iskall: This cat was with us for less than two months when they were tragically taken—
Stress: *WAILS*
It's really funny to me how Joel has just been sitting in his corner building cool structures and talking to himself, and meanwhile all the hermits are one by one falling head over heels obsessed with him
Iskall just bought a whole stack of Joel stamps at the post office