I'll never forget that time Mom yelled at me for not winning that sack race, brother. How you still cheered me on anyway and took me out for fresh kiwi Garfburgers afterwards. How we could just look around in Target for hours and hours until after closing when they finally made us leave the store. I'll always remember how you made my heart feel like wet dog fur whilst you pierced my urethra through with your Totenkopf ring.

The truth is brother... our brief time spent together was wonderful. Yet all along it was but a thin layer of happiness suspended above a plunge to thy mortal peril. Like a tapas stretched over a Wolfgang Puck wine glass, for which I shall weep forever o'er.