That Ashley Morris's funeral would have been such a spectacular, beautiful, event and (yes) party. The sun and dehydration from dancing in the cemetery while wearing a heavy black suit didn't do much for my stamina at the Bulldog afterwards. I had to go home and lie down after only two pitchers. If you noticed me wobbling on my feet and mumbling incoherently while trying to say hi yesterday, now you know why.
I think Ashley got everything he could have asked for. A little poetry, a little humor, and a whole lot of dancing. If you're looking for pictures, Adrastos will show you where to go.
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