Evil never dies. But then again, neither does good. And the good are rewarded.

Such is the case with Drew Lipsky, who lived to marry the love of his life, lived to see the birth of his daughter, teach her to walk, dismantle machinery, and run away from Mommy when she finds the mess.

He lived to see Kim's wedding to Ben, and to rekindle his friendship with James. He lived to pass on his knowledge to Jim and Tim to make their high school and college lives much more exciting.

He lived to change his profession into something worthwhile-growing things for those who couldnt normally grow it themselves. He used his powers to help people in need, choosing to be the hero and fixing problems rather than causing them.

He lived to be a father twice more, lived to see them grow and marry.

He lived the fullest life possible, for many years, to where even while many mourned his death, he was still remembered as a hero.

It was at that funeral that the oldest person there, an almost regal, grey-haired man in silk black and gold robes with only one eye, reflected over his own life, which had also been greatly rewarded.

As Grandmaster Fiske, he still ran Yamanouchi, keeping the secrets and ways of the Monkey alive and flourishing. He had long ago taken in Hana Stoppable as his apprentice, grooming her into being his successor someday. She loved him like a second father, smiling in a way only her older brother could have taught her, brightening his life a little more each day.

He had trained many a student the past thirty-odd years, and he knew that he had many more years to go. Mystical Monkey Power did not allow their possessers to age and waste away quite so quickly. Being almost seventy-five now, he didnt look a day past fifty. These days, he grimly thought that the curse of witnessing Ron's death every year had been replaced with the curse of watching everyone waste away. He had outlived some of the older students already, and he had no doubt he would outlive more.

He walked up to the coffin and laid down a black lily with golden flecks-a now naturally cultivated flower Drew had given to him as a birthday gift many years back. "Goodbye, my friend," he said softly, turning and walking off before pausing.

At the memorial altar, the golden lion tamarin that had lived far longer than natural was holding a picture of Drew, staring at it almost sadly. Monty sighed and made a soft clicking sound between his teeth. The monkey quietly put down the picture and scurried over to Monty, nimbly climbing up the Grandmaster with agility a thirty-four-year-old monkey shouldnt have.

"It's time to return home, Ronald," he said, smiling. The monkey chattered away in monkey-gibberish to all outside folk, but it only made the Grandmaster laugh as he walked out of the chapel.

"Of course we'll stop by Bueno Nacho."