A good friend of mine died on March 11th. He was a really great guy, and only 34 years old. He was the kind of bloke who would do anything for you. Awesome at sports, especially football. He was huge and powerful, but due to his always-happy disposition, we all just called him Sunshine.
Sunshine must have really loved animals, because every time we went to the zoo, there he was too. He practically lived there.
We're going to miss sunshine. He could bench more weight and burp louder than any of us, and was the life of any party. He'd get ripped on a few dozen beers and carry eight or twelve of us on his back as he ran around jumping and playing. We had some crazy times.
I wish he'd showered more though, it was hard to really get close to him, what with the horrendous stank and all.
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