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He was special. Short-bus special.


SuperMongo's funeral was profoundly moving. There were only three people there. Apparently Johnny Pimpwrench was called away by the promise of triple overtime and something about "too many people shitting in a coffee can".

So, I was one of three pall bearers. The other two were Mongo's friends from "Your Impairment Makes You Special (keep telling yourself that) Camp". I was carrying one side of the casket myself. Not to speak ill of the dead, but SuperMongo + cheap-ass, bottom-of-the-barrel pine box = heavy motherfucker.

For the homily, Father Winkles spoke fondly of Mongo. Of the times back before the accident that turned him into SuperMongo. He asked us all to share our memories, and we each, in turn, stood and shouted:

"I want pudding!"

Per his wishes, Mongo's body has been donated to Science Fiction.

Please feel free to share your memories.

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12:15 PM

*sniff* I would like to share a memory of Mongo.

I remember that one time he quit blogging because he's overly sensitive.    



12:19 PM

You were my Mongo
My only Mongo
You made me happy
When times were gray
You'll never know, dear
How much I loved you
But they took my sunshine away...

Sigh...

Well, that's 20 minutes of my life I'll never get back.    



10:48 PM

I hope people get pudding at my funeral.    



12:07 AM

I hope people get pudding made out of my cremated remains at my funeral.    



12:22 AM

that's a lot of pudding.    



1:30 AM

i remember not feeling safe on mongo's blog at work.

also, pudding?    



10:39 AM

I missed out on snacks? Dammit!!!    



7:11 PM

I remember a young Mongo,
taking a dump on our grandma's
porch, then making me run it over with my tricycle.

I need a moment....    



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