It looks bad. It's looked worse.
Maybe not. But until it's official, I will hold a good thought. A prayer even, on a night I've dreaded for sometime.
New Orleans funeral rules apply. I'm sad you're.... well, I'm not going there yet. But I'm sure as hell glad I knew you. And in your honor we'll do a shot at 9:00 just for you.
Tell me what you drank, and tell me a happy story.
For the glory. One more time.
EDIT: This went up before the rumor word, became the quasi official word. I'll leave it as is, as the last thing I wrote about the guy while he was still alive. I'm really just stunned. And sad.
And I'm happy that he had such a great family that loved him, and that was there with him until the end. He deserved that. And he probably wanted that more than anything else.