“We are gathered here today to pay our respects to a great man, or beast, or mythical hybrid creature. Thurundus was a spectacular bull centaur, and mediocre Blood Bowl player. He had a lot of cool skills, but sadly, none of them were useful enough to save his life. He was kicked in the head by a dirty stinking goblin, while the apothecary was busy tending to his brother Vrune. His death will be avenged.”