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I didn't really know him in real life, but when I heard he had gone, I wanted to show up to his funeral. The hours wasted playing TF2 and CS:GO. We all had a great time playing with him, it was a great experience. The hours spent, were not hours to forget. The funeral, was held in a sunny graveyard, it was a beautiful day, but nobody really cared. I stood there with other friends such as Zach, and Dish. Bowser and Bili. We all sat there and thought about the stupid jokes we had laughed at. "Don't touch my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ maple bars" "That rock looks case-hardened." Stupid now, but the way we laughed at them you would have thought it was the funniest thing in the world. The funeral went on, emotions were stirred. and by the end, we were all longing for those hours past. We were about to leave, go back to our respective homes. We had stopped talking a while ago, the group had fallen apart. We still talked from time to time and respected one another, but the time for games had passed. But I wanted to say one last quote. "Don't worry guys." I say. "Tiny rests in a sound mind and a sound soul."