Down here at the pawn shop

[Elspode]

This is a shining example of why The Cellar is the best fucking place on the Internet. The tale of the old man's passing and its effect on you, Toad, comes across like a story told across a campfire, with toasts raised to the departed, amongst family of choice and old and vital friends.

I make very little delineation between my Cellar family and my family of choice/lifelong friends IRL. In fact, in some ways, the Cellar is better, because it is like being involved with people in a near literary manner. That's fuckin' special.

My condolences to you, UT. I am not at all surprised that you found that you were appreciated and admired. After all, we've been appreciating and admiring you for a minute or two already.