My younger brother passed away. A snapshot of his short, complex and beautiful life. (1191 hits)
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Submitted by <Natasha> (View user info) at 2008-02-05 11:14:22 EST
*Names have been changed (except mine). The rest is true.
Jordan David Michael Jones
A Snapshot of a Short, Complex and Beautiful Life.
On the 20th day of April 1983, two weeks after the doctor's prediction, and three weeks later than his mother expected him, a free spirit arrived at the hospital in Payson, Utah to begin occupation of his mortal body. His name was, and is, Jordan David Michael Jones. Jordan has three given names. Jordan's mother is from England where it is common British practice to give multiple names, especially for members of the Royal Family. Those who had the privilege of knowing Jordan understand that he is a Prince in many ways. The name David honors his mother's brother. Michael is his father's name. His friends knew him simply as "Jordan". He also had a handful of unique nicknames as a teenager such as "Paco" and "Mad-hatter".
Jordan was very attractive as a baby and young child (and a handsome teenager, frequently admired by members of the fairer gender). In the summer time, he liked to spend lots of time out doors. He always got a very dark, rich tan and his normally brown hair became nearly blond from the bleaching of the sun's rays. Like most children, Jordan had endless energy, which he spent in pursuit of entertainment and discovery of the secrets of nature and life. Jordan didn't learn to speak as early as his sister Natasha, mostly because Natasha did his speaking for him in the early years. Jordan and Natasha had their own language understood only by them, and Natasha became an interpreter in facilitating communication between the adult world and Jordan. Natasha is two years older than Jordan. Jordan also has a brother named James who is eight years older than him. James provided caring supervision for the younger children, and also protected them from the hostile world if it was ever needed in the relative calm of small town America, Spanish Fork, Utah.
Jordan was as adventurous as they come. One of his pass time activities, when he was about 4, was jumping from the stairs to the landing at the bottom. He jumped from the highest step he could manage, and increased his height as time moved forward. One time he announced that he could jump from five stairs to the bottom, but when he tried six, it hurt his "uncle's", so he was sticking with five for the time being. Jordan could empty the entire contents of the base, kitchen cabinets with amazing speed, and he did so on a regular basis. Installation of child locks on the cabinet doors provided a temporary pause in the activity, but Jordan soon learned to neutralize the locks, and the kitchen floors were once again adorned by stainless steel cookware.
Jordan was very inquisitive and enjoyed taking things apart. Not only could he take them apart, but he was able to put them back together as well. He had a special ability to understand the physical function of machinery and devices. Jordan's inquisitive nature drove him to experiment with objects and tools with the desire to understand their function. One day, a slice was discovered in the back cushion of a relatively new couch. There on the seat cushion was a razor knife with a sharp, new blade. The knife was removed and the children were summoned for questioning to identify the knife-man. All three children denied, with equal fervor, having any knowledge of events leading to the six-inch incision in the new sofa. In time, the skilled investigator employed advanced methods of interrogation. "Who knows" the children were asked" what kind of tool may have been used to cut this sofa?" "It was a razor knife" declared Jordan with unwavering certainty gained only through intimate knowledge of events. So...the mystery of the sliced sofa became far less mysterious, and Jordan received instruction concerning appropriate objects for practice in using knifes.
Jordan entered preschool at the age of four. There, he learned the "Mexican Hat Dance" and occasionally performed the lively footwork with adequate coaxing. However, his dancing career was short lived, replaced by more masculine and adventurous activities. One year at Halloween time, he observed a house that had been toilet papered. With a puzzled look on his face, Jordan enquired concerning the reason for the tissue abundantly strung from tree to tree. He was told that adolescents sometimes perform the ritual as the "trick" part of the "trick or treat" activity he knew and loved so well. His face beamed with excitement at the prospect of participation in such a delightful prank. Reluctantly, his parents consented to his participation on condition that his sister Natasha and brother James accompany him. As evening fell, Jordan prepared himself for the outing. His feet danced on the floor as he could barely contain himself in anticipation. There in his hand, he clutched a roll of tissue paper. The roll had only three or four wraps remaining, barely enough for one job of traditional use. It may have stretched half way around the trunk of a large tree. The lack of adequate supplies was pointed out to Jordan. He quickly left and returned from the storage cabinet armed with a four-pack, ample ammunition for creation of ghoulish landscape decor. Off the three when, for the adventure of a lifetime. The next morning, it was learned that concern over being caught in the act had resulted in a minor change in plans. As Jordan's parent's cleaned toilet paper from their own yard, they were somewhat annoyed with the event, but happy that the children were safe at home, and for a memory of cheerful, careless abandonment which characterizes Jordan's youth.
Jordan was a happy child, and his life was filled with many pleasant activities, however, like all of us, he had painful events to endure. Jordan's parents were divorced when he was about 8 years old. The events endured by children of divorce, which seem so commonplace and routine in today's world, encompassed Jordan's entire state of being in horrific detail as the first days, weeks and months dragged by. Like so many children, Jordan was confused and torn with feelings of love for both his parents, and the difficulty in holding to both of them with equal love and devotion. Jordan spent time living with both of his parents for the remainder of his life. However, the divorce caused scares in Jordan's emotional being that he would carry the rest of his life.
About three years later, Jordan's father remarried. Jordan endured lots of difficult feelings with adjustment to blended family life. He may have felt that the marriage would result in him loosing his father to some degree. He maintained a position of separation from the union for many years. Jordan has a mother who he loves dearly, and is loved by her. He may have felt that acceptance of his father's new wife, Jackie, was in some way a betrayal of his mother. As the years passed, Jackie's consistent kindness enabled Jordan to accept her as a friend, and to understood that doing so in no way diminishes his love and respect for his mother who gave him life and sacrificed her own wishes and feelings for the enhancement of Jordan's earthly experience.
Jordan also gained five new siblings through his father's marriage. Stephanie, Tony, Shanna, Steven and Curt. During the times Jordan lived with his father, Steven and Curt also lived with them. Together they built dirt tracks to ride motocross bikes, built swords using scrap steel and a grinder, welded numerous objects with the arc welder, some identifiable and others not, swimming in the pool and other activities too numerous to mention.
When Jordan lived in Florida with his mother Jill, and sister Natasha, he often worked at the car wash where Natasha worked as a teenager. He became and excellent automotive detailer, and often fed the alligator that lived in the pond behind the facility his sandwiches from his lunch bag. He also worked as an automotive mechanic with people he met at the car wash.
Jordan was a collector like none other. Jordan collected bolts and nuts, rocks, broken electronic components, pieces of metal and wood, hats, soda pop cans with special meaning, car tire balancing weights and endless other categories of objects. He also collected laundry lint from the dryer, and packing paper professional movers use to package fragile objects for transportation. Jordan has moved cross country more than once, and professional mover's have carried boxes filled with nothing other than packing paper twelve hundred miles, to his new home. To this day, in the garage of Jordan's home, there are boxes on shelves labeled "Item's of little value, except to Jordan". A treasure chest is being built to store some of Jordan's most precious treasures. His friends and family will occasionally look through the collection, and reminisce about the unique characteristic's, traits, and quirks that make Jordan who he is.
As Jordan grew and entered high school, he sometimes found that study was less interesting than other activities. He fell somewhat behind on his track to graduation. Jordan transferred to Valley High where he felt very well accepted and developed close friendships that endured the rest of his short life. Jordan needed transportation to school, so his parents helped him get a Honda CRX, which fit his personality very well. He personalized it with ICP stickers and emblems, a stereo system with large speaker boxes and objects from his various collections arrayed in a somewhat cluttered fashion on the seats and floor. Jordan was never typical. He didn't fit a standard mold. He had a sticker on his bumper that read, "You all laugh because I'm different. I laugh because you're all the same". Jordan modified his car with a large muffler, which served only as an engine noise volume enhancer as near as I could tell, and several other cosmetic and minor operational details. He continuously tore the car apart and put it together again. In time, he had repaired the car so much that it barely ran. But..... it got him to school and work and back, and helped him graduate from Valley High School with the class of "2001". It was abundantly clear through visual observation that Jordan was very proud of his accomplishment of completion of High School. He was especially pleased that his diploma was issued by Valley High School, where he felt accepted more than at any other school. Jordan believes the students and teachers there are unique, and that the atmosphere doesn't encumber self-expression, but encourages individuality.
After high school, Jordan developed a desire to serve his country in the armed services. He had a traffic violation that needed to be taken care of before he could enter the service. Community service was the method of payment prescribed by the Judge. Jordan woke himself each morning at 6:00AM to ride his bicycle to the meeting place for community service workers. He did this for several mornings, never asking for a ride. When his service hours were complete, and he was square with the judicial system, Jordan was free to enter the Army and begin his service. Jordan swore in to the United States Army in early April, and began his basic training. However, Jordan experienced episodes of asthma and was released on a medical discharge. He returned home about a month after he began. From the day he got home, he had a desire to return to the Army and finish what he started. I fully believe that he would have worked through the complications and completed the enlistment period.
Jordan's release from the Army played heavily on his mind. He felt some way that his release was a failure even though it was for medical reasons. At this time, Jordan also felt a need to work through the emotional issues that had bothered him through out his life. He went to work doing battle with his personal demons. He had occasional help from professional counselors. For a time, Jordan's struggle was significant. He was admitted to the residential program of the University of Utah Psychiatric Department for short-term evaluation. An effort was made to determine appropriate medication and/or therapeutic counsel to help him understand and resolve the issues which caused his emotional turmoil. His treatment there produced mixed results, however, for the last few weeks of his short life, he made clear, undeniable progress. He opened up to those he loved in a way he never had before. He discussed the events that had haunted him throughout his life and showed a healthy understanding of the need to discuss his feelings, square things away, and then slay the dragons once and for all. He also demonstrated understanding that mood swings are a part of normal, healthy life, and that masking emotions all together is not the answer.
On the last full day of his life, Jordan attended a celebration for his Grandparents 50th wedding anniversary. There he helped wrap plastic eating utensils before the party began, mixed with his cousins and relatives, and enjoyed his association with family with an attitude of happiness that was clearly obvious. Many of his relatives commented on how good he looked, and how much he had mixed with the family. Jordan was excited to go on an outing the next day with some of his cousins to Timpanogos Cave. He was talking about going to California for a few days to spend time with his Aunt Mary Anne. His friends say he was excited to relocate with his father and Jackie to Kentucky for a fresh start, or possibly return to Utah or Florida in January to begin school in the study of diesel mechanics. Jordan was filled with life, with plans and with happiness more than he had been for a long time. His horizon was bright with opportunity and excitement.
That night Jordan went to bed to rest from his full day of activities. The next morning, for reasons yet, and possibly forever, unknown, he could not be awakened. Eventually 911 was called. The paramedic's efforts ended without success. Jordan was pronounced "dead on arrival" at Jordan Valley Hospital at 11:00 AM, Sunday morning, August 31st, 2003.
Sometime during the night, the free spirit that was delivered to the hospital in Payson, Utah twenty years before was beckoned by an irresistible call. Jordan heard a voice, or saw a light, or in some other way known only to those who have walked that path, he understood that he must go. As the world slept, Jordan slipped through the portal between the world we know, and the unseen realm. The reason for Jordan's early departure cannot be understood by mortal woman or man. From our point of view, the event can be described only with one word. Loss. Loss of a cheerful smile contagious with joy. Loss of whit and playful sarcasm in everyday events. Loss of kindness in helping the saddened feel happy. Loss of a friend that would do anything he could to help another friend in need. Loss of the defender of the helpless, the enemy of hate, and the lover of beauty. Loss of a brother who would lay down his life for his siblings. Loss of a son who has brought joy when undeserved, help when in need, direction more than he will ever know, and a desire to live when desire was in short supply.
Perhaps there is a grander plan, beyond the comprehension of the mortal mind. A plan where things important for Jordan's development are complete. Could it be that Jordan's intense ability to "feel" enabled him to experience all that is necessary in this life in a shorter period of time? Could it be that Jordan is done with this set of problems and he is ready for the next course of study?
These questions cannot be answered by mere mortals. However, there are things that are certain.
If the next life is pleasant for those who tried to make others feel happy here, then Jordan's path is easy, and his surroundings divine.
If those who defend the helpless at their own risk are blessed in the next world, then Jordan's cup is overflowing.
If those who are loyal to their family and friends are looked after in return, then Jordan has angels waiting, and he will surely find the way.
It has been said that faith is substance. My hope, my belief, my faith that I will see Jordan again, and press his body to mine in an embrace of resurrected souls is the substance that keeps me from slipping into the realm of the insane in emotional turmoil that cannot be conveyed through mortal means of communication.
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Submitted by Linus (user info) at 2008-02-07 15:08:00 EST (#)
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+2 Front page.
Submitted by TheUniter (user info) at 2008-02-06 14:38:55 EST (#)
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i thought rob berg didnt do alters?
I am not Rob Berg or any other alter.
Submitted by Bellebrown (user info) at 2008-02-06 05:37:04 EST (#)
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I dont want to be horrible, because Ive been to four funerals in two months and I kinda feel awful for you if this is true... but damnit, it was a bit of a dribbly long winded way to say "this is my brother... I loved him and I miss him".
You know?
Anyway, I wanted to do a 0 because I didnt want to be negative, but in all honesty, I HAVE seen better.
Submitted by iddqd (user info) at 2008-02-05 22:58:14 EST (#)
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i thought rob berg didnt do alters?
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Submitted by orphelia
The 'A' in my last comment was meant to be 'And'.
The comment I left was for the wonderful poster - great big chunks of text = needs to use enter key more. ie to break it up.
FFS is for fucks sake.
I would never insult you, dear HellRazer. I agree with you wholeheartedly.
:)
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Gracias bonita.
I knew there was a reason I was falling in e-love with you.
;)
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Oooh, you don't want to do that.
I am an e-whore, who acts an e-bitch and will only break your fragile e-heart.
;)
Submitted by HellRazer (user info) at 2008-02-05 18:40:04 EST (#)
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Submitted by orphelia
The 'A' in my last comment was meant to be 'And'.
The comment I left was for the wonderful poster - great big chunks of text = needs to use enter key more. ie to break it up.
FFS is for fucks sake.
I would never insult you, dear HellRazer. I agree with you wholeheartedly.
:)
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Gracias bonita.
I knew there was a reason I was falling in e-love with you.
;)
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-02-05 18:12:08 EST (#)
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Submitted by HellRazer (user info) at 2008-02-05 22:35:10 GMT (#)
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Submitted by HellRazer (user info) at 2008-02-05 21:10:28 GMT (#)
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WTF? I'm not reading all that.
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Ahahaha
A FFS, use the enter key more, bitch.
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FFS?
And are you calling me a bitch? or her for filling the screen with something that should reserved for his obit or eulogy and not hosed upon the unsuspecting netizens of the world?
It will probably become clear once my ignorance is lifted in regards to FFS.
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The 'A' in my last comment was meant to be 'And'.
The comment I left was for the wonderful poster - great big chunks of text = needs to use enter key more. ie to break it up.
FFS is for fucks sake.
I would never insult you, dear HellRazer. I agree with you wholeheartedly.
:)
Submitted by Quint (user info) at 2008-02-05 18:04:50 EST (#)
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You just did an absolute disservice to your brother there by boring the hell out of 538 people (and counting). Look up "succinct" in the dictionary and memorize what it means. Then tattoo that word on the back of your hand and always look at it before clicking the "Hook me up" button.
Oh, by the way, sorry that yout brother died and stuff.
Submitted by bob (user info) at 2008-02-05 18:03:41 EST (#)
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wow.
sorry for your loss.
Submitted by HellRazer (user info) at 2008-02-05 17:35:10 EST (#)
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Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-02-05 17:20:14 EST (#)
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Submitted by HellRazer (user info) at 2008-02-05 21:10:28 GMT (#)
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WTF? I'm not reading all that.
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Ahahaha
A FFS, use the enter key more, bitch.
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FFS?
And are you calling me a bitch? or her for filling the screen with something that should reserved for his obit or eulogy and not hosed upon the unsuspecting netizens of the world?
It will probably become clear once my ignorance is lifted in regards to FFS.
Submitted by orphelia (user info) at 2008-02-05 17:20:14 EST (#)
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Submitted by HellRazer (user info) at 2008-02-05 21:10:28 GMT (#)
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WTF? I'm not reading all that.
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Ahahaha
A FFS, use the enter key more, bitch.
Submitted by matnotharry (user info) at 2008-02-05 17:17:31 EST (#)
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All the names in the universe and you chose to rename him Jordon
"it is common British practice to give multiple names, especially for members of the Royal Family"
Dont know where that came from
Otherwise pretty touching. Sorry for your brother
Submitted by HellRazer (user info) at 2008-02-05 16:10:28 EST (#)
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WTF? I'm not reading all that.
Submitted by loopdeloo (user info) at 2008-02-05 15:37:48 EST (#)
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If you are going to be an ass at least be entertaining!
Submitted by ilikesteak (user info) at 2008-02-05 15:16:45 EST (#)
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Hahahahahaha
Submitted by loopdeloo (user info) at 2008-02-05 14:47:25 EST (#)
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*your
It has been a long day.
Submitted by loopdeloo (user info) at 2008-02-05 14:40:42 EST (#)
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Stroheim filmed and originally edited a nine-hour version of the story, shot mostly at the locations described in the book in San Francisco and Death Valley.
I see you point.
Submitted by MudWhistle (user info) at 2008-02-05 14:37:59 EST (#)
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Dead cats, dead rats
Can't see what they were at, all right
Dead cat in a top hat, wow
Sucking on the young man's blood
Wishing he could come, yeah
Sucking on the soldier's brain
Wishing it would be the same
Dead cat, dead rat
Can't you see what they were at?
Fat cat in a top hat
Thinks he's an aristocrat
Thinks he can kill and slaughter
Thinks he can shoot my daughter
Yeah right! oh yeah!
Oh right! yeeah!
Dead cats, dead rats
Think they're an aristocrat
Crap, now that's crap!
Submitted by loopdeloo (user info) at 2008-02-05 14:36:47 EST (#)
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Erich Von Stroheim would have loved you.
Is this a good thing or a bad thing? *Heads to Wikipedia*
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2008-02-05 14:29:32 EST (#)
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Snapshot?
Erich Von Stroheim would have loved you.
Sorry for your loss.
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Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2008-02-05 13:59:36 EST (#)
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Sorry about your brother.
Submitted by Rhymenocerous (user info) at 2008-02-05 13:43:51 EST (#)
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I re-read this and enjoyed it more than I did the first time around.
Submitted by thecaes (user info) at 2008-02-05 13:33:19 EST (#)
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Hopeful and sad.
Submitted by loopdeloo (user info) at 2008-02-05 13:18:28 EST (#)
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Submitted by loopdeloo (user info) at 2008-02-05 13:05:39 EST (#)
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He was given methodone by a low life uncle of mine at our Grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary.
My uncle told him that methodone was about the same as a couple of vicodin. He lied.
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great family.
Who doesn;t know what methadone is?
People from Utah I guess...
And my family is great. I am sure most of us have a low life uncle or aunt out there somewhere.
Submitted by indoninja (user info) at 2008-02-05 13:15:17 EST (#)
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Submitted by loopdeloo (user info) at 2008-02-05 13:05:39 EST (#)
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He was given methodone by a low life uncle of mine at our Grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary.
My uncle told him that methodone was about the same as a couple of vicodin. He lied.
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great family.
Who doesn;t know what methadone is?
Submitted by Rhymenocerous (user info) at 2008-02-05 13:12:01 EST (#)
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"Old places fade hard, and no matter how long
You row upstream, the water still makes waves
That carry the rest of us away."
Submitted by loopdeloo (user info) at 2008-02-05 13:05:39 EST (#)
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Submitted by Ltap (user info) at 2008-02-05 12:21:27 EST (#)
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This is just too nice, all that crap about "free spirit" and some guy "occupying his mortal body" and everything. An obituary isn't supposed to be rambling on about how nice and good and perfect he was, just list when he was born and when he died and his honours and accomplishments.
****This isn't his his obituary, it was read at his memorial. It is supposed to be nice.
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Submitted by BlazinBull (user info) at 2008-02-05 12:21:02 EST (#)
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Very nice. Did anyone ever find why he died?
*****He was given methodone by a low life uncle of mine at our Grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary.
My uncle told him that methodone was about the same as a couple of vicodin. He lied.
Submitted by RyuFu (user info) at 2008-02-05 13:04:13 EST (#)
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didnt' actually make me smile.
did you read this whole thing at the funeral?
Submitted by Linus (user info) at 2008-02-05 13:02:12 EST (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Ltap (user info) at 2008-02-05 12:21:27 EST (#)
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This is just too nice, all that crap about "free spirit" and some guy "occupying his mortal body" and everything. An obituary isn't supposed to be rambling on about how nice and good and perfect he was, just list when he was born and when he died and his honours and accomplishments.
Submitted by BlazinBull (user info) at 2008-02-05 12:21:02 EST (#)
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Very nice. Did anyone ever find why he died?
Submitted by lowsodiummonkey (user info) at 2008-02-05 12:20:50 EST (#)
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Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2008-02-05 12:13:38 EST (#)
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Ignore me. Post about whatever you want.
Shut up Berty.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2008-02-05 12:11:43 EST (#)
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I see.
Whatever happens do not post about yourself. Nobody really wants to know. Feel free to post about your trip to England and stuff you've done though. Also I'd appreciate it if you refreined from talking about music ever.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2008-02-05 12:08:50 EST (#)
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Okey dokey.
Submitted by loopdeloo (user info) at 2008-02-05 12:08:18 EST (#)
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I have both pink & purple trousers. I wear them inside out just for fun sometimes.
When I lived in Utah I was on alot of Xanax.
Now I live in Florida and I like Adderall (amphetamine) much better.
I can concentrate much better now.
So yes I were blue t-shirts and take prozac to keep my hands from waving....
Wait a minute!!!
Submitted by Paralyzed_By_Hope (user info) at 2008-02-05 12:05:06 EST (#)
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Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2008-02-05 11:59:00 EST (#)
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But they don't have amphetamines in Utah, but then nor do they have pink trousers.
But they do have Mormons. Based on that, I'll buy that she didn't kill her brother, she wears pink trousers, her hands wave in the air like she just don't care (when she speaks in tongues) and her backyard is filled with skittles.
Submitted by CaptainThorns (user info) at 2008-02-05 12:01:03 EST (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2008-02-05 11:59:00 EST (#)
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Submitted by loopdeloo (user info) at 2008-02-05 11:53:14 EST (#)
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I am one of those people who wave their hands in the air like they just don't care and wear pink trousers. Good Call.
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Now you've got me confused. You see a person who would wave their hands like they just don't care is, in fact, full of shit so they would totally overeact to my fraticide jibe and then go on a massive rant about pink trousers are pretty.
Then again you may be one of those hipsters I've heard about on teh news who does wear pink trousers out of youthfull exuberance, not yet realising how tasteless they are, and who waves their hands in the air because they are on amphetamine.
But they don't have amphetamines in Utah, but then nor do they have pink trousers.
Perhaps paralysed is right and you DO wear purple trousers. I like purple trousers, they're worn by agrophobics.
Submitted by loopdeloo (user info) at 2008-02-05 11:56:07 EST (#)
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I did not murder my brother, however there may or may not be bodies in my backyard with trousers in every color of the rainbow, kind of like Skittles.
Submitted by loopdeloo (user info) at 2008-02-05 11:53:14 EST (#)
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I am one of those people who wave their hands in the air like they just don't care and wear pink trousers. Good Call.
Submitted by Paralyzed_By_Hope (user info) at 2008-02-05 11:52:36 EST (#)
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Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2008-02-05 11:45:25 EST (#)
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I didn't read this post in depth, nor have I read any of Natasha's other posts. Is she good people? She doesn't seem like good people. She seems like one of those people who wave their hands in the air like they just don't care and wear pink trousers.
First post I've read. Since she obviously murdered her brother (thanks for pointing that out), I'd say she may not be good people, but probably up to Uber standards - I'd hate to think how many dead bodies some of you guys have in your backyard. And the trousers would be purple, I think, not pink.
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2008-02-05 11:50:17 EST (#)
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Upon further review, I didn't mean to diminish your feelings or the sentiment behind this by comparing it to a porn teaser.
All I meant was that it was clearly larger than a snapshot, but clearly not a full interpretation on his life.
That and I couldn't finish masturbating while reading this.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2008-02-05 11:45:25 EST (#)
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I didn't read this post in depth, nor have I read any of Natasha's other posts. Is she good people? She doesn't seem like good people. She seems like one of those people who wave their hands in the air like they just don't care and wear pink trousers.
Submitted by Paralyzed_By_Hope (user info) at 2008-02-05 11:40:54 EST (#)
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Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2008-02-05 11:38:55 EST (#)
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If she really was upset she'd not have been able to write a load of spiel this long. She blatently killed him.
Good call.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2008-02-05 11:38:55 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by Paralyzed_By_Hope (user info) at 2008-02-05 11:35:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
It's a combination of sympathy vote and this slightly humorous/touching passage:
My hope, my belief, my faith that I will see Jordan again, and press his body to mine in an embrace of resurrected souls is the substance that keeps me from slipping into the realm of the insane in emotional turmoil that cannot be conveyed through mortal means of communication.
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If she really was upset she'd not have been able to write a load of spiel this long. She blatently killed him.
Submitted by Paralyzed_By_Hope (user info) at 2008-02-05 11:35:46 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
It's a combination of sympathy vote and this slightly humorous/touching passage:
My hope, my belief, my faith that I will see Jordan again, and press his body to mine in an embrace of resurrected souls is the substance that keeps me from slipping into the realm of the insane in emotional turmoil that cannot be conveyed through mortal means of communication.
Submitted by Berty (user info) at 2008-02-05 11:26:49 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
It is reassuring to know that other people's lives are terrible.
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2008-02-05 11:24:28 EST (#)
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That's more like those 30 second teaser clips the porn sites offer.
Submitted by loopdeloo (user info) at 2008-02-05 11:21:39 EST (#)
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You are right. Snapshot may not be the word I was looking for. It sounded better out loud when I read it at my brother's funeral.
Submitted by Nellypaal (user info) at 2008-02-05 11:20:34 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
Needs less Jordan, although this made me laugh:
"it is common British practice to give multiple names, especially for members of the Royal Family"
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2008-02-05 11:18:09 EST (#)
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That's one panoramic snapshot.
WTFINRAT