Last Friday I went to see German heavy metal band Grave Digger perform live in Tel-Aviv, and I guess I had as much fun as I possibly could, considering that only three hours earlier I found out that someone who has been very close to me in the past 13 years had passed away the previous week. And don't get me wrong, I like Grave Digger just fine, but the way that young people these days can get all worked up over a musical genre that has been basically irrelevant for years now was pretty surprising, if not to say a tiny bit pathetic. I did learn two very important things about Death that evening: he plays a mean keyboard, and he insists on keeping his thick, dark cloak on at all times, even in the disgustingly hot Tel-Aviv summer. Oh Death, you're so silly!
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| Are those bagpipes under your kilt, or are you just really into skanky metal chicks? |
So.... it's so weird when someone you know dies. I don't even know where to begin. At this time my only response would have to be this following doodle:
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| (insert frowny face here) |
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