I did not know Gordon well. May he have a smooth journey to heaven... or hell. Again, I did not know him. By now, we are all so used to death as we have seen everyone in the world around us die. Every single person, dead. Just oodles and caboodles of death. Just heaps and piles... But Gordon will be missed.
Nobody knew Gordon the way I knew him. He was a friend, a companion, trusted advisor and a valued lover. Sure, he could be a real son of a bitch. He was so cranky in the mornings, and he cussed like a sailor. And he was a bad drunk. He was a mean drunk. Racially insensitive. Male chauvinist pig. Um, and there was the body odor, which was challenging for me, but now I look back and, you know, when somebody dies all that stuff just melts away and you're just left with the good memories. So, to Gordon. Easy come, easy go. [weeps]