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December 16, 2016
Good Night Sweet Prince
He lived 1000 years in the 67 calendar years we had with him because he attacked life; he grabbed it by the lapels, kissed it, and swung it back onto the dance floor. At the age of 26 he planned to circumnavigate the world – instead, he ended up spending 40 hours on a life raft off the coast of Panama. In 1974, he founded the Quincy Rugby Club. In his thirties, he sustained a knife wound after saving a woman from being mugged in New York City. He didn’t slow down: at age 64, he climbed to the base camp of Mount Everest. Throughout his life, he was an accomplished hunter and birth control device tester (with some failures, notably Caitlin Connors, 33; Chris Connors, 11; and Liam Connors, 8).Never Yet Melted » Another Epic Obit
Posted by gerardvanderleun at December 16, 2016 9:17 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.
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"He could have skipped the cross dressing. Jesus."
Other than that, seemed like any other dood I ever knew.
Posted by: ghostsniper at December 16, 2016 1:47 PM
Who is this chump?
In what alternate universe is it reasonable to post an obituary without the name of the deceased?
Posted by: Dink Newcomb at December 16, 2016 3:18 PM
In what alternate universe is it reasonable to post an obituary without the name of the deceased?
The one where you make critical comments without first reading the thing criticized?
Posted by: Rob De Witt at December 16, 2016 5:54 PM
He sounds like a lot fun to hang around with but hell to live with. Are the children all by the same mother?
Posted by: daisy at December 18, 2016 9:45 AM