Rest in power Brother Dan

[Drunk Monk]

Surely that's Dan mindfukkin you. He never gave that up. Even from beyond the grave.

I donned Dan again for a few days - the pendant I have with his ashes. I just took it off this morning. I don't wear jewerly much anymore and the Dan pendant has a necklace that's too tight to slip over my fat head with an annoying clasp that I can't see without my glasses and a mirror, so it's a pain in the ass to put on and take off. Again, Dan mindfukkin. That'll never end. 

I'll probably only don Dan for DOOM functions and this anniversary. Otherwise, he sits in his little velvet box atop one of my old portable stash boxes. 

When we rejoin Dan in Valhalla, he'll probably greet us with flagons of his homemade beer. And it'll be warm. And chunky.