sometimes I remember that this dude, this need, this funky bluejeans wearer ass of a nerd, he just loved his wife so fucking much, he went fuckikg down in history remembered as The Lover. of all the frankly amazing shit he did, all his mind-blowingly impossible shit he accomplished in the realm of necromancy, of all the nerd shit he must've done in a century visiting different planes of existence, becoming one of the most stables liches in existence by associating his core magic to positive emotions rather than negative— which, until he did it, was something previously unexplored and probably impossible by the way— of all the fucking amazing shit this dude did?? and he was remembered the most by how fuckikg much he loves his fucking wife??
he's a nerd who hears blue jeans and probably makes bad puns and he's like legit the most powerful necromancer and lich ever (next to said wife) and he probably likes watching softball or some other lame ass shit like that, and he's fucking known and remembered across the fucking multi-planar-verse as The Lover because he loves his wife That Fuckikg Much I'm in tears what the fuck how does a nerd with the name Barry J. Bluejeans makes me cry so much