Toll the bells, and come not to me with words of good cheer, Leaguers. Aye, turn your eyes neither toward Earth nor Heaven in joy, but let them hear your weeping and lamentations. So above, so below.
The great one is gone. He shall stride the world no more.
Ne'er again shall we see his like. His grace. His very Chestonness which made him the Cheston. He's been called home by the cosmos, too great for this wretched world, yet always making this orb greater by his presence.
Now gone. Gone forever.
I say adieu. And goodnight, sweet prince. The world shall be poorer without your light.
Charlton Heston has merged with the infinite.
The League is in mourning.