It had been a life well lived, joyful even. The eccentric little man who seemed larger than life had lived a plethora of colourful days and nights. His laughter infectious, his beliefs absolute, one could not be bored in his presence any more than one could be without comment the day after. You could love him or you could hate him, but spending time with him indelibly left its mark. Imprinted on your mind his words worked their magic, indifference never an option. Despite this, it would be that no one who heard of his suicide could identify why the man who was larger than life had chosen to take it away.
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