Lemme break it down. Dumbledore is pretty sweet. He runs a school where all sorts of crazy shit goes down.

He has a bird that spontaneously combusts and a pretty sweet office. Oh and he dies helping to save the world. Pretty badass. Then theres Gandalf. First, he finds the root of all evil, and lays out a plan to save the world. When he gets shit on by his buddy Sarumon, he escaped by TALKING TO A MOTH, so that the moth can go get his buddy A GIANT FUCKING EAGLE TO FLY HIM OFF THE ROOF of Sarumons high-rise. Then he hooks back up with Frodo, and proceeds as planned to save the world with Frodo and the gang. But wait, HE DIES. It is important to note, however, that he dies FIGHTING A GIANT FLAME DEMON WITH A MOTHERFUCKING WHIP. Now normally dying would be a problem for most people. FUCK THAT. Gandalf just shrugs it off LIKE A BOSS and comes back to finish what he started. He also decided to update his wardrobe with some pimpin white robes. Now fully pimped out, he tells everybody that plan and then dips for a minute to go handle some other shit elsewhere, cause thats how Gandalf MOTHERFUCKING ROLLS. Then right when shit starts getting shittier at Helms Deep, he shows up WITH EVERYONE. Oh and did I mention he shows up on the KING OF HORSES RIDING BAREBACK!!?? So not only does he figuratively have balls of steel, he undoubtedly has ACTUAL BALLS OF STEEL. Finally, after cleaning shit up at Minas Tirith, he peaces out and lets all the hobbits and humans enjoy a world PURGED OF ALL EVIL. So. Dumbledore: mentors the younger generation, sacrifices his life for the greater good. Gandalf: talks to animals, gives death the middle finger, constantly saves everybody elses ass, and then just leaves everyone with all the spoils of war. Gandalf WINS.