After Selek's funeral, Kirk and Spock went to the captain's quarters to talk over the experience. Vulcan funerals were low-key affairs, and even Spock felt the need for something more than what they'd just witnessed.
Jim Kirk sighed. "Centuries ago, humans believed in gods and an afterlife, but hardly anyone believes in those things anymore. We used to comfort ourselves with fairy tales, make death not really the end."
Spock tilted his head as he looked at his captain. "And now, Jim? Now that humans have grown up?"
Kirk grimaced. "Now the only way to comfort ourselves in the face of someone's death is to remind ourselves that their life was well-lived, that they loved well or that they accomplished great things, or that their life stood for something."
Spock nodded. "Selek did. He accomplished great things. He could not tell us everything, but even what little he divulged made it clear that his accomplishments were innumerable."
Kirk looked at Spock. "And there's one other thing we humans use to comfort ourselves, and that's to dedicate our own lives to living up to the example that was set by the one who's gone."
Spock inhaled sharply. "To live up to his example would take a lifetime."
Kirk nodded. "It would, indeed, Mr. Spock, so we'd best get busy. We'll learn all we can, right any wrong we come across, give our all to the ideals we believe in. And that's how we celebrate Selek's life and how we comfort ourselves in the face of his death."
The two men shared a long look, then turned and left for the Bridge together.