God, his gift to you says so much. He gave you the one thing he loved to do, even when shit got twisted. Maybe he knew that was the best he had to give. And maybe he knew it needed to go to you.

I think bury him in a place that makes your heart lift a little when you think of putting him there. Like his favorite bar. Or at the foot of Titty Mt with a clear view of the nipple. Some place that fits you into the sum total. For both of you.

❤ Big hugs. Love you much.

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