28 December 2018

Present Arms

Richard Overton has crossed into the void at 112.

One Hell of a run, sir.


This whiskey is in your honor.  Willard will take care of the cigar.
Posted by Angus McThag at 01:53
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2 comments:

  1. SofwareJanitor28 December, 2018 07:42

    RIP Mr. Overton.

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  2. Beans28 December, 2018 16:51

    Some do grow old. Some even grow old with most of themselves still in one piece, soul intact.

    Truly Godspeed, Sir.

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