Well, as Death inevitably does, Death paid an unexpected visit to Skins's island today.
One never knows about Death; it's rarely predictable, other than in the sense that it's inevitable, some time.
For the record, franksolich is sorely aware he could be next, not exactly an event to which he looks forward.
But it happens, and nothing can be done about it, other than the acknowledgement that God knows best.
An apparently very popular member of Skins's island died this day. I've been really surprised at the outpouring of grief, the tearing of garments, the increased secretions from lachrymal glands, as I had no idea this primitive was so well-liked.....or even well-known.
In a very short time, the wail of the lamentations has far exceeded the sorrow expressed at the sudden unexpected death of Chief S itting Bull, the Greatest Primitive, Ever, twenty-six months ago.
Given the depth of the sorrow and melancholy of the primitives, wouldn't it be fitting if Skins shut down Skins's island for 24 hours, so as to properly and respectfully commemorate the MiddleFinger primitive?