Mick

So, within the space of a month and a bit, I've lost two friends to death by their own hands. What garbage. So, Micky, dear old chap, I wish you well and hope you're sleeping easy now. You broke your promise to me, but that's all right, because I am a forgiving sort and I already knew it was a promise that couldn't be kept. I'll miss your magic tricks, your hats, and your genuine nature.
Shut up, I know dead people don't use the internet. This is solely for my benefit.
Anyway, Mick, you'd be happy to know (if you could) that we all banded together tonight and got very drunk, and various people cried at various points, and we played Dark Side of the Moon for y'all. I suppose I'll see you (or at least, your coffin) on Wednesday, to say goodbye.

Big sigh, reeking of gin.