I have said this before, but I get sad at funerals for strangers, mainly because the funeral does such a good job of making the deceased look like someone I would want to know, or at least someone I want to swap stories with.
Today I was working sound for the funeral of a man who was part of our church in the early days, but who moved away when he was still young. I was listening to the eulogy not really paying much attention until I hear that he was captured by insurgents in Iraq. Apparently this guys was great at evaluating oil fields (one of the best in the world) and was working as a contractor when he was captured. He used his knowledge of Arabic and the Koran to talk his way into a release. Think about that.
He sounds like somone it would have been fun to meet and hang out with for a day.