Human 1: "We are gathered here today to mourn the passing of a loved one."
Human 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10: *sobbing, wailing, murmuring in disbelief and shock, silent dumbfoundedness, various stages of denial, grief, and bargaining*
H1: "He was a friend, a co-worker, a frequent visitor in all our lives."
H2-10: *continuous shedding of tears and blowing of noses*
Alien: *whispering to nearest, least emotionally distraught human* "Um, was there something special about that ap-"
H4: "Shh, not another word. Please. We need this."
A: "But you can just ta-"
H8 *loudly* "DON'T YOU EVER DARE FINISH THAT SENTENCE! YOU WOULDN'T UNDERSTAND!!!" *softly now, almost voiceless* "you couldn't understand what he meant to us..."
H1: "He was loyal to this vessel from day one, dedicated to his task to the fullest, even at the eventual cost of his life..."
H2: *uncontrollably* "I MISS HIM SO MUCH ALREADY! I CAN'T DO THIS!" *runs off*
A: "There was not this much emotion when an act-"
H1: *loud cough of deliberate interruption* "And he was greatly rewarded and praised by all for his countless acts of bravery and simply for such a stunning decades long career. We salute you! May you rest in piece."
Humans in unison: "To Stabby! May you bump into Mecha-Gods ankle in the After-Warranty!" *celebratory chug of hard liqueur*
A: *almost given up* "But it still works just fine, what changed?"
H5: "Look, when Stabby's duct-taped knife finally breaks on its own, that's it. Stabby is both the robo-vacuum AND the blade, especially after it's been around for so long. You have to acknowledge it, it's a matter of respect towards everyone, especially the crew."
H11: "GUYS! Stabinthia just got the President of Venus!"
Humans collectively: "Hell yeah! Promotion party already!! Woo!!!