The obit didn’t print out right and I’m staring at a blank page, which I can’t abide, so I’m going write something, dong ma? (It’s a Firefly ref, roll your eyes at the freak, okay? 8-)
You’re not the only dead guy I know, but since I suspect you’ve got St. Pete ROTFLOL, what’s it like up there? You get in to see the big guy yet? And is he a she, like I’ve always suspected? Is it all a great big joke, with a kewl punch-line, or, well, is this it?
I don’t want to believe that it is. The universe is kind! What Evil there is in this world, and there sure is plenty, is mostly from greed and fear, selfishness, ignorance and stupidity; the failure of community… but there is Good, spontaneous, an emergent property of a lot of people like you, proof that some of us have souls and that there may be a God. And she or he is good, is love.
So long, Carl; xie-xie!