I was inconsolably sad Monday night. Everything around my house reminded me that he had just been there only hours ago, but was now well on his way home, 2000 miles away. It seemed that nothing could possibly cheer me up. Until I saw this.
I'm not sure how my brother knew that I would need it, but that video was indeed, as his email title advertised, the "BEST THING EVERRRRR". For the first and only time that evening I smiled, and then laughed. And for a moment I was able to forget how much quieter the house was now that it was just the butt-cat and me. For that moment, it was just quiet enough to fall asleep. And so, I crawled between my sheets, enveloped by a softness still smelling faintly like him, and dreamed vividly of rapid-fire rabbit crap and prune-smeared lips. I woke a little colder and still alone, the last traces of his scent already fading. But I knew it would somehow be okay. Poo makes everything okay.
Further bulletins as events warrant.
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