I'm not good with death, I don't handle it the same. I'm the guy who smiles and laughs at funeral. I can't describe what it's like for me so others cry over a person who lived a full, free, and wonderful life.

This journal has no title because some might find what I put there very disrespectful to the dead. But the dead don't read do they?

Well anyways a good friend of mine passed away. Robert, some of you know him.

Well anyways I am happy for him and sad for his wife. He is free from the body that slowly became his prison. His wife on the other hand will be alone. No one should be left alone.


Robert and I were and still are close. He gave me a task to do when he died. I will do this for him and have a party in his honor. It will be in the late spring. I have to have a fire for the party.


The Dead can't Read. But in case he can I'm sure he can laugh with me.

And another one bites the Dust!