You know a bunch of them. Megathor, the arch villain of the eighties. He is now a gigantic old man, he still has his signature wide plump mustache. But his long black hairs are gone. Next to him is Crimelia, his old right-hand and lover. She is surprisingly beautiful for a sixty year old woman. Tall and graceful, her bright fiery hazel eyes are now filled with sadness and grief.

Twins, Sin and Vice a row behind them. Both in identical black suits. Hard to believe those two calm and mild mannered old men used to be the most evil villains of their time. There are more but you don't remember their names. In fact there are more villains, former enemies of your grandpa at the funeral than there are colleagues or government officials.

At the reception, Megathor and Crimelia approach you. Both are wearing formal dresses. Meghthor is a neck and shoulder taller than anyone you ever saw. His broad shoulders fell in sorrow: -hello young man. Are you Jeff's grandson?

-Yes. I'm Mike.

-So you are Mike. He spoke highly of you. I reckon you know us?

-Few people don't Mr Megathor.

-Call me Bob please. Those days are long gone. And this is Carmen. You might know her as Crimelia.

-Please bobby. You know I hate that name. Your grandpa was the best man I have ever met. And I met the whole bunch of them. Fought many. Many were stronger, smarter, none had his character.

-Can I ask what are you doing here? No disrespect but weren't you guys enemies?

Bob: Well we were enemies. In the battlefield. We fought for different causes. It has been so long I don't remember what for. We didn't do bad things for the fun of it. We did it because we thought it was the right thing to do. You see, right and wrong are not always so clear. So pure. They are, more complex than that. And Jeff knew that.

Carmen: He never judged us. He was always ready to hear our point of view. He was what's our society today is missing. A good enemy. And without good enemies, there can't be true friendship either.

Bob: We had a son. He was six when he died of cancer. God...It still hurts. Jeff was there for us. He wept with us, comforted us, hell he even managed the funeral service himself because I was drunk all the times .What a man he was.
Speaking of drinks. Anyone want a refill?

And he proceeds to find another drink.

Carmen: He is already drunk. Didn't saw him this messed up in a long time. Jeff was like an older brother to him. Once Bob went to Soviet Russia to rescue Jeff from the Soviet prison. Another time Jeff almost got prosecuted for letting Bob walk away against orders to kill him.

When Bob came back, Twins are with him. Bob is holding two glasses full of drink in his massive hands.

-Sin: Our condolences son.

-Vice: Your grandpa was the reason our life turned around.

-Sin: We beat him more times than he did, you knew? We won most battles against him. But lost all the wars.

Vice: He used to say "The true win is not to win the fight, but to win the heart of the enemy."

-Sin: And he did. We came back to college thanks to him. He paid our tuition fee. We still kept making trouble. But he never gave up. Wish our own father was like him.

Vice takes another sip from his whisky. Everyone remained silent for some times. You wonder how your funeral would be? Will your enemies mourn your departure? Your grandpa...you felt a sudden rush of sadness. A drop of tear drops from your eyes.

Carmen rised her glass: To Jeff. A great friend and even a better enemy. May his soul be in peace.

-"To Jeff." Everyone replied. You drink your whisky. It makes your inside burn. You feel sad. Not for your grandpa. He lived a great life. But for the world, a world which needs such a man more than ever.