He was your Elvis, and when your
Elvis dies, so does the private lie
that someday you will be young
once again, and feel at capricious
intervals the weightlessness of a
joy that is unchecked by the injuries
of experience and failure.

In other words, you two died a
bit today.

Welcome to the only game in town.

		-- Cornelius Bear
		   in conversation with Roast Beef and Téodor
		   regarding Michael Jackson