My best friend passed away suddenly a few years ago. I struggle with expressing my emotions, and I was still in shock when the funeral happened, and I hadn't cried. His dad was there and i was doing my best to hold my shit together. Anyway... that bastard had made his funeral plan already and the reading (read by a very confused and very elderly friend of the family) was vogon poetry. I've never ugly cried more in my life, and it is strangely one of my fondest memories.

I loved my friend so much and I miss him every day. He he was able to hit me right in the feelings with his wit, charm, and nonsense one last time.