[MNJohnnie]

Bummer. Guess I will go have a beer in his honor.

[WV Mountain Mama]

There's a tear in my beer...

[curtisgardner]

I propose a toast in his honor...

[Michael Goldsberry]

Rest in Peace, St. Owades.

[MikefromOhio]

[tet68]

In heaven there is no beer, that's why we drink it here....

[dakine]

Coffin less filling?

[SittinYonder]

he's credited with creating the formulas for some well-known brands, including Samuel Adams

A true national hero if there ever was one. Sam Adams is a good beer.

[Petronski]

Beer is proof that
God loves us very much
and wants us to be happy.

--Benjamin Franklin

[lawnguy]

The guy was brilliant. What a marketing gimmick it was, and remains to this day.

Less filling....tastes great!!!

[TFFKAMM]

If he's the man behind Samuel Adams, then he had a big hand in the "microbrewery revolution," which more than compensates for his inflicting light "beer" on the world.

Rest in peace, Mr. Owades. There's a cold one waiting for you at that Big Brewery in the Sky.

[thoughtomator]

Inventing light beer... that's the Sixth Circle of Hell, right?

[bert]

I would have thought that the first guy who dreamed up the concept of watering down beer dies centuries ago

[frankjr]

OK, it's sad that the guy died, but light beer tastes like crap! Why drink beer? For the taste or the buzz? Good marketing, bad beer. In honor, I will pour out into the ground some of my forty ouncer, full calorie, malt liquor in honor of him.

[Aussie Dasher]

God rest his soul. He knew not what he did.

[steveo]

He's dead...
He's resting!
He's dead...
He's resting!

Any 86 year old beer guy (even lite beer)gets a salute form me.

[DainBramage]

The man made me look good....many a girl gave me a second look

at closin' time.....I seen it!

Course even then I batted like a .180 . Dude....Fat chicks can hold their beer !

[BallyBill]

A prodigious achievement, even though I hated any lite beer when I drank.

[Iwentsouth]

Some of my frinds drink light beer. They wanted to go see Brokeback Mountain last weekend. Had to refuse.

[Eepsy]

The Rolling English Road

Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,
The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire,
And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire;
A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread
The night we went to Birmingham by way of Beachy Head.

I knew no harm of Bonaparte and plenty of the Squire,
And for to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire;
But I did bash their baggonets because they came arrayed
To straighten out the crooked road an English drunkard made,
Where you and I went down the lane with ale-mugs in our hands,
The night we went to Glastonbury by way of Goodwin Sands.

His sins they were forgiven him; or why do flowers run
Behind him; and the hedges all strengthening in the sun?
The wild thing went from left to right and knew not which was which,
But the wild rose was above him when they found him in the ditch.
God pardon us, nor harden us; we did not see so clear
The night we went to Bannockburn by way of Brighton Pier.

My friends, we will not go again or ape an ancient rage,
Or stretch the folly of our youth to be the shame of age,
But walk with clearer eyes and ears this path that wandereth,
And see undrugged in evening light the decent inn of death;
For there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen,
Before we go to Paradise by way of Kensal Green.

-- G.K. Chesterton