Judge was not one to ordinarily  attend a funeral, no matter whose it was. However, this provided a unique opportunity for him to do something that he otherwise couldn't. Here, their were evil some villains, but mostly, other heroes, gathered here to pay their respects to the fallen, whether they had been comrades, or a nemesis, or merely a casual acquaintance.<br/><br/>He was able to observe the way other people interacted, see how the heroes and villains conducted themselves when they weren't busy trying to save or harm innocents. It was an enlightening experience, or so he hoped it would be.<br/><br/>He was dressed in his attire, as one might expect; form fitting clothes made from cloth with hardened leather plates in key locations to provide a bit more protection. His right shoulder and upper arm was covered by a vambrace made of hardened leather plates, similar in design to lamellar. Steel chains cross his back and chest in an 'X' with a large, dark, metal, stylized skull emblem covering the majority of his chest. And, needless to say, his trademark 'hood', actually more akin to a leather gimp mask (though not quite the same) was on. That damned mask and the skull were what identified him as The Judge.<br/><br/>He didn't openly bare his trademark crossbow, but on hand, he always kept his lovely little daggers; not that he even needed the titanium (chosen because it doesn't set off metal detectors) blades, since Eskrima also involved genuine hand to hand combat, but he liked to keep them around.<br/><br/>He watched, quietly, as the one woman (Karen) departed. She seemed odd. Like him, it seemed like she had been more interested in watching, in studying things, than in mourning the dead.