Nick Swordson fans will know. I have many lofty and possibly unattainable goals. I think it’s healthy to dream. Here, for instance, is what I hope they say at my funeral:He was bold and courageous. His faith could be seen for miles, and his warmth made those miles seem like he was next door. He was a man of God, always seeking wisdom and truth above all. He stood up for what he believed in and was a man of his word. He found the good in everything, whether it was there or not. But most of all, he loved. Love was apparent in this man’s heart, and in this man’s life. And anyone who came in contact with him felt loved.At that point in the Eulogy, I’ll pop out of the casket on these crazy marionette strings, this huge, sick flesh puppet. Sparklers will go off, and a circus tune will play. And everyone will realize that I was retarted too, and that he laughed too much. (If there is such a thing as laughing too much, which I think there is not.)
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