A toast...

[Alpha_Geek]

We drink now to the Wife of Brian,
a helluva lady, and I'm not lyin'.

Choose not sadness at this time,
remember her words here, not this crappy rhyme.

She touched us all, with posts and wit.
Plecostomus, to have married her,
you're one lucky git.


To Wife of Brian

*crash*

 

[sidious618]

Uh, what? I'm hoping we get some answers soon about this whole matter.

 

[Plecostomus]

Uh, what? I'm hoping we get some answers soon about this whole matter.

Again what proof is it that the internet demands? Pictures? Copy of her death cert? I mean really now.


To Wife Of Brian: May you finally find the answer to the question I couldn't answer.

 

[Amaris]

A toast to Wife of Brian:


May you never run out of quarters.
May your wireless controller never die.
May your televisions be the highest definition.
In that big arcade in the sky.

You were witty, funny, nerdy and sweet.
You were the perfect foil for Brian,
and you will be sorely missed by those of us,
who adored your wicked sense of humor.

Peace and all my best wishes,
John

 

[Servo]

So, how long til T'Columbo closes this one then?

 

[Amaris]

So, how long til T'Columbo closes this one then?

Hopefully she won't.


J.

 

[Servo]

So, how long til T'Columbo closes this one then?

Hopefully she won't.


J.

She shouldn't have closed the other two, nor made the accusation she did, without any kind of proof. Now she wants the fucking phone number of the funeral home so she can call them up and check if the wife of a pretty well-known, and well-liked poster is actually dead? That's pretty fucked up in itself.

 

[T'Bonz]

Jesus H. Christ.

This is done. Next person posting on it gets warned.