I am still in shock over the recent passing of Anton Yelchin, he has this life ahead of him and I can't believe he is gone. I know he had many fans, so I have made this tribute for him because it sometimes helps dull the pain. I cried for hours as he was one of my favourite actors of all time and it's going to be hard to watch the new movie without crying my eyes out.

The Starship Enterprise normally holds a crew of eight-hundred. The blue shirts, the red shirts and the yellow shirts; a family, you could say. Over time James T Kirk had learnt everyone's names and he would never forget them. Even if it had taken him three months of his life to memorize everyone's names, faces and jobs, he did it, after sacrificing many hours of sleep. Everyone meant something, they had a function and a job aboard the ship; if they left or died, there was a hole left behind. But there was one soul, one beautiful and young soul, that didn't deserve to die.

He had been the humour of the Enterprise. Every day without fail, he found a way to put smiles on everyone's faces. His positive attitude towards life was so grown-up and complex for a boy so young. He had amazed Spock with the way he faced his day, he would run into the main deck with a smile from ear to ear and he would sit in his seat; he wouldn't moan, he would never raise his voice and he never failed to bring joy to the crew. His adorable accent and his bubbly personality, every little thing about him was perfect; there was not one thing wrong with him.

So like any normal day; he woke up, he brushed his teeth, he dressed into his yellow shirt, he ate breakfast with James, Scotty, Uhura, Sulu and Bones, on this day Spock joined them too. It was a normal morning, he spoke to his friends; he cracked jokes which lead to milk pouring out of the Captain's nose as he chuckled. Pavel had then proceeded down the corridor towards the main deck whilst talking to Sulu. That's when his day changed. An explosion came from the main core, he ran down with his Captain and Scotty to see the extent of the damage; the rest is history.

You don't need to know the details; you don't need to know if he died slowly or quickly. You don't need to know why he died, because no one has the answer for that. On that normal day, Pavel Chekov took his last breath. There is one fact you can know, as soon as the young boy faded away, an eerie silence took hold of the ship. The only sounds were the distant hums of the engine and the heavy breathing of James Kirk as he had held his hand out in a desperate attempt to save his friend.

As soon as he was gone, the life of the ship froze. The ship had groaned in mourning and the sound of heavy footsteps had been heard as Uhura, Bones and Spock came running; they had stopped at the sight. If Chekov had held one thing in his heart at the moment he knew it was over, it was the fact that he was loved; it's nice to die when you know that the people you are leaving will hold you in their minds for a while. No one truly dies until their name is forgotten and there was no way in the hell that James Kirk was going to forget that name, even on his death bed; he would always remember.

Even if he had memorized all eight hundred names of his crew, that one name was now the most important; the name would go down in the history books. When people learnt about the Starship Enterprise, they would know about Pavel Chekov because his name would be in bold, it would be highlighted and it would be underlined; Kirk was going to make sure of that.

Pavel Chekov died on a normal Sunday morning.

Now the Starship Enterprise holds a crew of seven hundred and ninety nine.