Through the alternating tears and laughter over the memories, I give my condolences to the friends and family of Bill Marshall, my landlord and one of the only people I've ever met to "get" and appreciate my twisted sense of humor.
By damned man, I figured for sure that cancer or your heart would get you one day, but you took us all by surprise. Three packs and day and enough beer in a week to drown an elephant, and of all things it was pneumonia due to dust that took you down. Give 'em all hell Bill, and this non-drinker's even going to raise a glass in your honor on Sunday.
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