Go on — Let’s here it. Tell me your sweetest goodbye, Oakley. Will you miss me? Will you dance on my grave? Now is the time to say it before a laser targets my forehead and I leave this world like JFK.
I was planning on just saying goodbye so I could get back to the hot bath drew just before you came running in here covered in insect corpses. But if you insist I'll throw together a quick eulogy. You don't mind if I plagiarize just a little, do you? Of course you don't, if the words stand true it doesn't matter who says it. Adrian, some infinities are bigger than others. I am thankful for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within those numbered days and I will miss you. As for dancing on your grave, sure. I'll make sure to do a Sandra Bullock inspired jig while chanting 'to the windows...'. May you rest in peace.















