And don't try to form your own party in heaven, you lovable, crusty SOB. :-)
This depresses me greatly. Depresses me even more to know that there are a lot of people out there *celebrating* this. Yes, I know, I shouldn't bring it up here, but I think about it, and it pisses me off. Kick their butts from on high, Strom. Smite them!
One more good man gone.
Obligatory Donne:
"Death be not proud, though some have called thee"
DEATH be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.