We stand here in sorrow and contemplation.
We stand in the absent silence of a great and renowned figure, one whose shadow looms large over us all.
We stand for Crush emeritus, first autist class, whose loud screeching shall never be heard upon these halls again.
We stand among those who knew him, laughed at him and forever cherished his entertainment value.
The king, the sped, the womanbeater, the icecream fingerer.... Godspeed you magnificent bastard.
"Thus from all of creation, all that we knew, the church bells rang, dogs barked and children shouted, for crush king was dead.
And a ray of light shone upon that lonely asylum, and the inmates cast their faces down, for no more crushposting would ever be had again."