Hope you liked it – we did. Was fitting, in a sense, Lake Michigan frozen over. Scott sang the song, ’cause my iPod couldn’t handle the 32-below weather, but it was better that way. I joked that we needed to be upwind ’cause your sense-of-humor would have loved to get all up in our coats for a few weeks, but you didn’t. You just headed out north-west. We’re not sure what was there, but you went in a hurry, so we didn’t try to understand. I froze my ass off – Scott was more prepared. We needed to do this, you see – as both of us still carried a bit of guilt for not being better friends, despite being your best friends. We could have been even better best friends and we’re sorry. Stop by every once and a while, if you can (Scott prefers evenings as opposed to early mornings, but is guessing the flying suitcase told you that the last time).

We also got to toast you a few times in New York as well – everyone seemed to have their own version of the same story.

You’re missed. But unable to be forgotten.

Guess you planned it that way…

Cheeky bastard.