Eulogy by Yomama
Phil would have liked being remembered on a page entitled "Unknown heroes and bums". And so I thought I would give that to him here now.
It's not unusual for those left behind to fall into hyperbole but honest to God, Phil was one of the best people I have met in years and years. I am so sorry that he is gone.
The day I met him, I was dating his Mom, he drove into town in an old, beat-up Subaru. He had grass growing on the dashboard. It was green and alive and looked like something from a tripped out sci-fi movie. I never did figure out how he had done it.
Later on his Mom dumped me, not a new experience for me, let me tell you. Then a year or two went by.
It was Halloween when I heard he'd died. I had little trick-or-treaters coming to the door. And I couldn't help seeing, feeling the juxtaposition.
I have no idea why he did what he did.
Oh well, let's leave the world to the Young Republicans, what do I care?
Really, do we deserve more than that?
Let's leave the world to the rich kids; let's leave the world to the religiously insane. Let's put in our wills that all of our nuclear missiles go to those with the blondest hair and the whitest smiles.
Paris Hilton is alive and well, giving blow-jobs to Greek shipping heirs and Phil is fucking dead, dead, dead.
It's a wonderful world.
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