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:: 4.12.2007 ::
Good Night, Bluebeard or The Best Ending for the Obituist
What can I say - the man spent his life writing obituaries for everything he ever had. He taught me how to pre-mourn the passing of events certain to come. Through him I learned that not only was death the great Leveler, it was also the great Unifier. Is it possible to mourn someone who's entire impact on my life was most likely completed years ago? I suppose, but not for long. He said it best.
"So it goes..."
:: Freddy F. at 11:48 PM [+] ::
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