R.I.P. Dirk Smiler

[krowface]

How never more appropriate a name than one who was never seen without a grin, nor had a sharper tongue for love of story. I will cherish for ever your laugh, your tales, the way you embraced life, and all those who crossed your path with open arms and a hearty slap on the back.

You brought more joy to so many than anyone else I have ever met.

One day, I know this, I will meet you again, on the other side of those heavenly gates, and you will be waiting for me with the finest of wines, the richest of meals, a wonderful story, and a few hot goth girls.

Just like you would for me in this world, so shall you the next.

Once again, thank you. My one regret will never had I a chance to tell you. Nor will I ever be greeted with your smile once more.

"Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am the sparkle in the snow.
I am the shredded leaves that blow.
I am the sunlight on growing grain.
I am the gentle summer rain.
I am the quiet bird at night.
Circling about; Taking flight.
So do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep."

And so God shall be amused hereforth by one serious fucking story teller. Say it true, and thank you kindly.