A Viking's Funeral

Well, not quite, but I'll be damned if this isn't absolutely perfect. 

Found as Trackback No. Fifty from Samantha's News.... , of yesterday's passing of Rob Smith, a.k.a. Acidman.

Rube, whoever you are.......  I am in your debt for such a perfect send-off.  Thank you, sir.

Ovid relented, and dimmed the lights. Clearing a path, he grabbed the nearest empty chair and sat at the table. "What the blazes happened last night?"

Plato looked up from his glass and said, "The New Guy."

Oh, yeah, thought Ovid, The New Guy. "Man, I thought Limbo was supposed to be for the virtuous heathens!"

Plato grunted indifferently, and downed the glass of fizzy grey liquid at a gulp. He belched wetly, and for a moment seemed unsure if it had been a one-way trip. Once he became convinced, he looked at Ovid and asked, "Have you seen Elektra?"

Pure. Awe-Inspiring. Genius. 

If you don't go read the whole thing, you can kiss my cracker ass.  And if you don't both shed a tear and break out a laugh, you ought to be dragged off and shot.

Rob would have loved it!  I can think of no higher tribute to Rob, and no higher praise for Sir Rube.

Truly, an inspired bit of writing.

Comments

[Rube]

Thanks, man, both for the praise and the link. That post pretty much wrote itself.

[homebru]

Every time that I start thinking I know how to put three words together, somebody like Rube comes along and makes me want to crawl back under the workbench.