Can we all take a moment for my dear lost friend, Neil?
He passed onto his nautical Eden today, after a short, albeit blissfully happy life.
There was a short burial at the jumper garden, where he was surrounded by peas, squash, and a few small guardian spiders.
After I came back to work, "Bridge over troubled water" appropriately played on the radio.
Neil, I'm sorry I couldn't help you to live longer. But maybe you're reunited with your bro, Stan. And maybe you guys can work out your differences.
And maybe I can stop worrying whether or not your water is fresh enough. Honestly.