George, my old friend - what hath been wrought? This was never in the cards, never. This is an anomoly, a horror. Know what isn't a horror? Your life and the fact that God put you here for a while. That was a gift. It was a gift to me to hang out with you, to just chill and listen to your music collection, which was first rate. Being around you was always a relaxing, thought provoking, and highly entertaining time. Hard to beat good tunes, stimulating conversation and hilarity for an evening, to be sure. I hope you can read this, or read what's in my heart, which I'm guessing is how angels do it. Thank you for being here, for giving shelter from the storms, no questions asked, and for always without fail yelling "Come in!" at the knock-knock-knocking upon your door. For now just take a little piece of my heart right on up there with you, please. The Good Lord knows there are quite a few pieces already there, and I imagine you'll find Missy, Chuck, Bubba, Arlene, and Diane with no problem. I feel like they will be the ones in the very front, holding out hands to lift you on up. Those were the days my friend, we thought they'd never end, we'd sing and dance forever and a day... and now you shall. Peace, love, and goodness.