Years ago my best friend in from childhood died of a drug overdose. Myself and another Irish buddy went to the funeral, it was an open casket. We were both stunned; his Dad & Mom wanted us to see the face of death up close. Afterwards we both went to the local bar were we had all drank for years and I knew my buddy had a tab. Johnny the bartender saw us come in and I went straight to the bar and got us each a shot of Jameson's and we toasted our friend for the last time. I then asked Johnny for my buddies tab so I could pay it for him because I did not want him to be leaving a tab behind. Johnny stuck his hand over the bar and said, "you were the only real friend he ever had." Johnny turned around went into the register and pulled out the tab and then tore it up and said. When you die you have paid your bills! I will never forget it or my friend!
RIP Kevin Varney!
I hope that everyone that reads this knows the moral of your story. Good post. I didn't give Kevin any money,
but if I did, I can assure everyone that I wouldn't be posting it in this thread.
I bet everyone would have been made whole if not for Kevin's health going extremely south. I'm sure he wanted
to make good on his end to everyone, but with the hand he was dealt, it just wasn't possible.
RIP Kevin