Well, he got what he wanted…he died in his own bed at home on his terms. I knew it was close when I went to feed and clean him up yesterday. He wasn’t too responsive anymore and he wasn’t eating. His eyes were open and he moved around but his breathing was shallow.
I called the police & after they had their little show with their lights & sirens and cocky attitudes the mortuary came to take his body. He has no one for me to contact so I’m making his arrangements. I’ll keep his ashes until I decide what to do with them.
Now I have his house to sift through. He doesn’t have much by way of furniture but he’s got tons of books, art supplies, tools, electronics, old records and so many VHS tapes they’re uncountable. He liked to record the sit-com Cheers and listen to it. He’s got lots of his paintings and his beautiful drawings that really are priceless masterpieces. I may bring some down to the mortuary for his service. He was deeper than anyone ever knew, even me. It’s such a shame that he never saw how valuable his character was. He was a rare human being, I think he might even have been a genius but something inside him kept him from ever opening himself up to the people. I guess it’s true that you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink. God knows how I’ve tried.
Rest in Peace, Lone Ranger. You are in a better place now.