"To Sirius Black - last of my old friends, and one hell of a man. I'll miss you, Padfoot."
Remus drained his glass as well, then watched as Harry left the stage. He drew in a deep breath, then moved to wrap his arms around Serenus and Gaius, holding them close. "There's something I have to do, all right? I'll be back in a few minutes."
Releasing them, he turned and headed toward the stage, mounting the steps and standing before the assembled mourners. He recognized almost everyone, and he gave a soft, sad smile.
"Hello, everyone. I guess as Sirius' oldest friend it's appropriate I should say something about him, about his life, and what he meant to me. Given Sirius' love of music, though, I think I'll offer a song that sort of sums it all up."
Sirius' old acoustic guitar was still propped up at one side of the stage, and Remus picked it up, slinking the strap over his shoulder, catching a whiff of Serenus' scent on the material. He drew in a deep breath, then strummed a chord and began to sing.
Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun. Shine on you crazy diamond. Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky. Shine on you crazy diamond. You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze. Come on you target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon. Shine on you crazy diamond. Threatened by shadows at night, and exposed in the light. Shine on you crazy diamond. Well you wore out your welcome with random precision, rode on the steel breeze. Come on you raver, you seer of visions, come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far. Shine on you crazy diamond. Pile on many more layers and I'll be joining you there. Shine on you crazy diamond. And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph, and sail on the steel breeze. Come on you boy child, you winner and loser, come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!
The closing bars of the song slipped into the air, then Remus stopped, removing the guitar, placing it back in its place with a little pat, and leaving the stage, having said all that he thought he needed to say. From the look in the two-dimensional eyes of Sirius' picture, he'd said enough.