John Black’s Funeral 
Father Kelly: We meet in the name of Jesus Christ, who died and was raised to the glory of God the Father. Grace and mercy be with you.
Congregation: And also with you.
Father Kelly: We have come here today to remember before God our brother, John. To give thanks for his life. To commend him to God, our merciful Redeemer and Judge. To commit his body to be buried, and to comfort one another in our grief. In the waters of baptism, John Black died with Christ and rose with Him to new life. May he now share with Him eternal glory.
Then, the first surprise visitor. Victor Kiriakis.
Victor: John wasn't just my former son-in-law; he was also a close friend. Or was until our recent "parting of the ways," for which I take full responsibility. I freely admit now I should have handled the situation with Claire differently. John would have, I'm sure. Because John had a selfless confidence and a generosity I, with all my money, could never hope to match. He was a man of honor and, most of all, conviction. He knew who he was and never wavered in his belief of what was right and what was wrong. All the more remarkable, I think, because for so much of his life he had no idea who he was or where he came from.
His very name he took from a sign at the midnight mission. The man with no name showed us all what one human being can do when he believes in the truth and in justice, and backs that belief up with action and courage. I will miss him.
Next, a woman who was, for a time, John Black's mother. Caroline Brady.
Caroline: John was for Shawn and me another son. Maybe not one we raised from birth, but we couldn't have loved him more if we had. We considered him an honorary Brady and he wore the title well. We'll miss you, son.
The next speaker had a very difficult time maintaining her composure. Hope Brady.
Hope: It seemed John was everybody's hero. I know he came between myself and disaster more times than I can remember. And when he wasn't busy helping to save us from the bad guys, he was making us smile with his very unique sense of humor. No one could make me laugh the way he did. And I can't imagine what life will be like without him. Without his friendship. But we all need our time to rest, and this is yours, John. Rest in peace.