Death of a friend.

He was jolly. He was methodical. He wanted me to be happy. He knew no age barriers. He was humble. He always had a great story / good joke to tell. He liked people. His dedication was unmatched. His sense of righteousness was worthy of emulation. He had great looks. He was a friend.
He was 63. I am 29. He wanted me to be at his funeral. What did I do to deserve such affection from him.
Sir, I will miss you.