Since I do in fact have a eulogy for him, though, I'll be modifying it for reading today... just in case, I suppose. I'm not going to push, but I'm probably at least as qualified to speak for those of us who met him in school as anyone else.
If I have words, and the ability to speak them, it's probably my duty to do so. Where this responsibility come from, I don't know, but since I feel it, I'm almost certainly going to answer.
Besides, it's Buddy.
It's clear that he'd drifted from a lot of friends... but I think, if he'd turned up again, most of us would have met him that same way: "Of course, it's Buddy."
I wonder if he knew.