CONTINUATION OF EULOGY CONTINUATION [I PROMISE THIS IS THE LAST]
He was a good man, if not a bit of a wiseguy. I always admired the way he never deflected a joke, but embraced it...A bit too tightly at times, but that is beside the point. Grandpappy--Or Auntie--Or weird Uncle Herb--will be missed. RIP.
Tiggy was always a light in the dark. She and her constant twirling and sing will, for the most part [I cannot deny the fact that I love my quiet], be missed. She was an artist, a dreamer and a Morgan Freeman enthusiast. Never again will I watch Invictus without sobbing into my popcorn bucket. RIP.
*places picture of Nick Bateman on grave*
Lost and her disturbing profile pictures will remain with us forever *Sobs*. I think that if she was here right now *sobs some more* she would tell me to shut the f up and stop being a baby. So I suppose I will *sniff*. RIP.
Cris was a good person, although she had a tendency to laugh at me for being stupid. She was a wonderful friend who had an uncanny knack for telling the future. She once told me that an evil clay rabbit would one day eat her soul on its jelly sandwich *frowns and places ceramic bunny on grave*. She was correct. RIP.
*Places cumberbatch on grave*
That's all you get.
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Never Catch Me
PuisiA collection of poems about death. WARNING: contains death. #24 in poetry 9/25/15
