(Note from Scaramouch: As part of our final celebrations, I reached out to past and present writers and asked them all to contribute a final story. This one's is from the Dude hisself, Jeem. Enjoy)
Goddamn, this is hard. I told myself I wasn't gonna cry. I just really never thought this day would come, man. It's always in the back of your mind, of course -- the possibility of that 3 a.m. call that jolts you wide awake, or if you're already wide awake, then momentarily away from that home shopping show with the two hot chicks who sell dildos, with the unspeakable news. But you never expect it to actually happen.
No, you never expect that your smart, young, vibrant blog is going to pass on before you do. Minor stroke or heart attack, maybe -- there is a lot of bacon up in here, after all -- but shuffling off this mortal coil? At only five years old? Just a baby, ferchrissakes. Fuckin' A, man.