....Two years now, and the loss of Pat still hasn't dulled. Aside from our comradeship, I actually miss his occasional attempts to remind me of one of the less enjoyable moments of my own life, which is why I hope that one day while he's celebrating Eternal Mickfest this talentless, rapine skank wearing a dirty wedding gown and carrying a beat-up accordion shows up and starts playing old Irish ballads until the guards follow the noise and toss her out on her butt.
Party in Peace, Patrick. And if you're using your ghostly powers to investigate all those secret projects we used to talk about, find a way to let us know what you find. Especially if it beats Dwayne Day to the punch, and we all can laugh at his temper-tantrums over having been upstaged once again....
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