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Stations of the Cross

"Spectacles, Testicles, Wallet & Watch," and everyone laughed, as he pointed to each location. Irreverent, to some, but in the rhythm, a silent prayer. No God could control him; have him tow the line, put fear of retribution, or threaten him to a life stoking the coals for Beelzebub. He would give you the shirt off his back. Comfort those he didn't know and face death square on, while laughing it down, to his last breath. Courage, unending love for mankind, for life, today, they talk of his character, his gentle manner, and kind and humorous heart. With respect for his decency, they honor him, and still laugh at his jokes.

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