First it was your father Marty. And now you?
I drank my first Lowenbrau to The Goonies.
I touched my debutante breast after tossing this verbal bouquet.
I chopped up Jason Voorhees into hundreds of little masked psychopaths with you at Camp Crystal Lake. And awkwardly worshipped Lark Voorheis from afar-just like you did.
And I played the dope show alongside you for the better part of my wan, benumbed twenties.
And now you're sailing your gilded yacht up somewhere in the Great Beyond, gazing down upon mankind with a ready twinkle in your eye and smile on your beautiful face--knowing we'll all one day leave our earthly vessels and fly up there to dance with you yet again.