RIP, POSECI BUNE. We mourn the death of the former diplomat/politician who for four decades was an impeccable source, a guide, and friend to our Founding Editor-in-Chief. He was only rivalled by late Mere Samisoni

We will look at his controversial life in politics and government later but for now we agree with the eulogy penned by one of our mutual acquaintances. The late Bune was 77 years old when he passed away from that dreaded killer - Prostrate Cancer

Eulogy
Alas, all who live must die, passing through life to eternity's shore. So it is written and so it has befallen our dear friend and colleague Poseci Waqalevu Bune.
Death lays its icy hands on Kings, their Scepter and Crown will tumble down and to the dust be equal made with the poor, the crooked scythe and the spade. There is a destiny in being born, a role in life from that very first morn. Live while you live.
So did Poseci. We served together in the national interest of Fiji. His family was my family and my family was his family.
​The web of life is like a reel of thread. It has a beginning and it has an end. It has a mix of good and bad. It has a pattern of happiness and in between sadness.
So we live while we may seizing the pleasures of life of the present day. So did Poseci. He sought peace in Fiji and the world whenever there was conflict and faced danger with courage. And so his reel of life's thread has come to an end.
The dead they sleep a long, long sleep. The dead they rest and their rest is deep. The dead have peace but the living weep. But while he is dead, he still lives.
He lives in our hearts, in our minds, in our memory.
Dear Poseci, you have served your country and the world. And so now you rest. Sleep my friend and REST IN PEACE until you rise in glory on Resurrection morning.
​ Amen.