When I'm gone, would somebody please say that I was generally badass, even if you don't think it is true? I really like the sound of that for an epitaph.
RIP Signor Badass.
Not a huge Clancy fan, but I'm surprised he was only 66 let alone that he died that young. RIP Mr. C.
Adding to the list, I want to mention a guy I barely know named Leonard who passed away this week at the age of 50 or 51. He was the husband of one of Claire's good friends and a nice guy from my few interactions. He found out he had cancer less than a year ago, went through surgery and chemo and radiation and all that, only to find that the cancer was everywhere and stopping it was hopeless. He came home for hospice care on Friday and was gone Tuesday morning. Saddest part is that in his stupor after finding out about cancer last year he let his life insurance lapse and it was lost. While a two-teacher-income household is hard enough in SF, a one-teacher-income is going to be really tough and whatever they would have gotten from life insurance would have been a huge help. Fuck. RIP Leonard.