Chex overdosed

Ugh. I have a friend I fear is closing in on the same destiny.

Condolences to those of you who knew him well.

Ookjk! fuking chex! ok.. ok!

U R DEAD..ok?....frans would like to aquaint yr dead corpse with sadness but frans shall replace his LET DOWN with lustfull providings! Ok? YES! fuking that well drained body of yrs!! The motionless responses! HAHA! 0r widely available and longlasting hard meep via intoxicant... OK? YR MUTHERFUKING SODA SHALL LIVE ON IN THE meepGOT HEARTS OF THE OD SUCCESSFUL! WHY? OK WHY ? OR WHAT....LET THE ACCEPTING meep OF HEAVEN FLOW ON YR FACE, CHEX OK? FUK...FRANS KNOWS YR ROCK BOTTOM SO WELL AND INSERTED A THRUST UPWARD IN THE LEAST meep WAY IMAGINABLE!! OK?..U FOUND FRANS..YES? LIKE THE WHEN HARRY MET SALLY OF DEATH AND DYING U WIELD THE MIGHTY SWORD OF THUNDERDOME!! ADVENTURE AWAITIS U IN FRANS' LOINS...VISITORS R WELCOME..OK? YES! FRANS SALUTES U..meepGOT! IF U HAVE QUESTIONS ABOUT YR AFTERWORLD STATUS PLEASE FEEL FREE TO CONTACT FRANS AT 1 (800) 478-7248... OK? OK? THANK YOU FRANS

vasudeva: For what it's worth, it just occurred to me that, having died of a heroin overdose, his last few moments probably felt insanely meeping awesome.

There are surely worser ways to go.

meep, meep, this sucks. At least he ain't suffering anymore.

I didn't know him but I could certainly relate. Was half-way expecting an IM from him after checking his journal again. The problems seem insurmountable and drugs appear to be the only solution. I need to wake the meep up. What was he, like 32? Shame. Over now. Condolences to the family.

:(

dagwood:

vasudeva: For what it's worth, it just occurred to me that, having died of a heroin overdose, his last few moments probably felt insanely meeping awesome.

There are surely worser ways to go.

meep, meep, this sucks. At least he ain't suffering anymore.

I didn't know him but I could certainly relate. Was half-way expecting an IM from him after checking his journal again. The problems seem insurmountable and drugs appear to be the only solution. I need to wake the meep up. What was he, like 32? Shame. Over now. Condolences to the family.

I'm pretty sure his 25th birthday was coming up.

I think this confirms services on the 18th.

Ghost, if you're going to take the Amtrak, I think Hammond-Whiting & Michigan City are the closest stops to me. Let me know what time you'll be rolling in and I'll pick you up...if service starts at 6PM, that's 5PM our time, so we should be on the road by 1PM.

I'll print a Makes Me Wet sign. If anyone else has a Swarm related requests, let me know.

Wotak, you coming?

imfrans: PLEASE FEEL FREE TO CONTACT FRANS AT 1 (800) 478-7248... OK? OK? THANK YOU FRANS

*golf clap

that sucks.

Clavis_Apocalypticae: I think this confirms services on the 18th. Ghost, if you're going to take the Amtrak, I think Hammond-Whiting & Michigan City are the closest stops to me. Let me know what time you'll be rolling in and I'll pick you up...if service starts at 6PM, that's 5PM our time, so we should be on the road by 1PM. I'll print a Makes Me Wet sign. If anyone else has a Swarm related requests, let me know. Wotak, you coming?

Yeah, I'll be there. I'm sure his Mom could use the support.

Sympathies and condolences for those who knew him and cared.

It's wonderful that turds from here are going.

He said the nicest thing he ever owned was the ring he bought his girlfriend.

Bye Chex

god meep hard drugs Chex you will be missed but always live here.

I only knew chex through his comments and journal entries here, but that was enough to get a good feeling about the dude, and make him a real person in my mind. reading this gives me a heavy feeling in my gut, a sadness in my soul.

chex you meep, peace forever man.

I had forgotten the whole ring/proposal journal. For any kind of user to save enough for love to give a ring is amazing. He really cared for that girl.

Good heart. Good soul. Good spirit.

We all stumble. Sometimes we don't get up.

As I washed down my morning fist full of Norco with a cup of whiskey and coffee, I barfed up this meaningless jumble of words...

Feather Wind, Blowing

Mineral Salts, Pain, Vein, Aorta, Synapses, Collapses

Despair, Don't Care, Where are They Now?

Gone Like Dust

Lost Children, Never Knowing How Much They Meant

The Hole in the Fabric Left

Like a Cigarette Burn

A Tear Drop Stain

A Spilled Drink

From a Forgotten Party

The Why is Unanswered

Only the When & How is Left

To Look at Like a Relic

Some Souvenir

Something in the Shelf of Your Memory

To Take Down and Admire as a Trophy or a Sorrow.

I also only knew him as an avatar/nic,but if he was half the person that most of you worthless piles of puke are,he was a good man.

Beachgoat,you always have a way with words,ya old bazztid.

_{On 2010-03-14 at 02:21:11, Senor_Smoke asked to smell your meep}

That guy was never less than hostile to me, and in return,I was nasty to him.I will miss trading insults with you,Chex. Also,meep.My condolences to those of you who were close to him.meep.

It's kind of badass to see a few people in here are actually going to his service. It goes to show you that the line between RL and INET is blurring.

dent: It's kind of badass to see a few people in here are actually going to his service. It goes to show you that the line between RL and INET is blurring.

Wotak just aint got meep else to do.Not sure about the others.LOL

RIP chex... I didn't know you but it seems you were fondly remembered.

meep. bye chex.

WTF!!!!!!

that is meeped!!

as someone said b4...'meep the hard drugs!

goodbye chex! and R.I.P

some one should video his service for the rest of us broke meep people here who can't go.

Happy trails,Chex. At least you found the "HOLY meep! YEE-FUKIN'HAW!" high now that you searched for chemically for those few short years.

I appears that the visitation hours on Thursday have changed.

Adjust your plans accordingly.

I hope the wind of your last buzz blows you all the way to glorious Valhalla's beautiful dawn of pillaging and free beer.

Clavis_Apocalypticae: I appears that the visitation hours on Thursday have changed. Adjust your plans accordingly.

That slideshow hits home. Chex and his brother as tots reminds me of my two youngest. meeping sad meep, man.

I am disconcerted by sun shining, birds singing, kids laughing whenever I have a snap back to the realization that this has happened.

We have troops on the ground in Afghanistan, the quailty of H has got to be going up. Be careful with your needle and spoon.

I received a nice note from Chex's parents today. It belongs to all of you, as well.

*Name redacted. If you don't already be knowin it, then you don't need to be knowin it.

She sent me an e-mail because she couldn't read my chickin scratchins in the guestbook. I'm guessing that she got my e-mail addy from here.

Awesome lady.

I love you guys for making the trip and the hugs and the tears on my behalf. Thank you.

She figured out my email somehow and emailed me also. Nice of her. She thanked everyone for their posts in this thread, incidentally.

Glad you guys got to make the service. I just wish Wotak had gotten the chance to chicken out on giving him that meepgy kiss he was talking about.

Wow, pretty touching that his folks acknowledged his innanet presence and impact here.

His fiancee said he talked about LS all the time. I kind of assumed it was just me, cause I come home with stories about the retarded meep you meepgots say all the time, but I guess he did the same thing.

Heather: I love you guys for making the trip and the hugs and the tears on my behalf. Thank you.

I'd like to say that it was my pleasure, but nothing could be further from the truth. It was a terrible day.

Wotak & I met for sushi & beers in East Lansing, near the funeral home, before the service. Despite being located in what was obviously an old Ponderosa steak house, the sushi was awesome. As we drank Newcastle on tap, we talked Linkswarm, chickens, and kids. Then we headed out to the funeral home. The food, the beers before & after, and our conversation were the only uplifting things I experienced in East Lansing.

I thanked his parents, on behalf of all of us, for what little time we had with their son. I shared with them a couple of my personal memories of him, and a few from others that have been discussed here since his death. I could tell that it was painful for them to hear these things, so I was brief. I hugged his mom, shook his dad's hand, and told them that I hope they're able to find some comfort and perhaps a little bit of peace in the love that so many people had for their little boy.

The service was lead by one of Pawel's colleagues from the university. His daughters grew up with Maciek, and it was apparent that he was quite fond of him. He spoke of a time when he, Pawel, and Chex were in Europe for a conference. In between workshops, they hit the Alps for some skiing. Chex's gift for skiing came at a very young age, and he was in awe at how fearless he was on the slopes and how he admired the kid's lust for life.

Patty spoke briefly, haltingly, holding a stuffed animal that Chex had from the time he was very small. It was gut wrenching to hear her talk of the void in her life without him. She was very strong, and very brave, and I hugged her for all of us after the service.

His mom, in spite of her best efforts, looked small...fragile...shattered. She was too overwrought to address the gathering. She instead played a moving piece by Chopin, and sobbed quietly for it's entirety.

His dad was trying to be strong for his prematurely smaller family, but was equally broken. When Pawel spoke during the service, he recounted Chex's life in timeline form. He sounded detached, wooden, as though he were lecturing on some archaic bit of academia. He started with what joy Maciek brought to he an Ewa's lives when he was born, through his remarkable success as a student and musician. He didn't shy away one iota from talking about Chex's difficulties with drugs and poor decisions. It was almost unnerving to hear a father speak of his son in such an abstract way. But as a parent, I understood. How else does a father speak of his beloved son, gone of the Earth before his time? I can scarcely imagine the meep of outliving a child.

Those of you who know me know that I'm not a praying man...I'm not religious and I don't believe in any gods. But I begin each day humbly begging the universe on my ever-loving knees with all the humility that I possess to please spare me that horror. I know that my pleas are unheard, but it helps me to be the best man I can be for them. It reminds me to never take them for granted because, despite my best intentions and efforts, I may not always have them.

I miss him, but I'm still saddest for his folks. Nobody deserves to lose a kid.

Clavis, you meep, you are not supposed to make a grown man cry.

Thank You.

Clavis_Apocalypticae: (Beautiful words)

Well said, Brother, and a pretty complete account of the service.

Chex's Mom putting that Chopin piece on was what brought tears to my face but I could totally understand her heart melting comment when she said that she felt that piece could say more than she could about her son's life. Sometimes music has a way of saying the things we just can't say. That piece said a lot to me but I'm sure it said a lifetime more to her.

_{On 2010-04-11 at 02:15:04, Wotak asked to smell your meep}

I got word from Patty yesterday that Maciek was finally buried in Poland yesterday. Dunno why they waited a day shy of 5 months to put him in the ground, must be some orthodox thing.

I spilled a beer for him last night.

Thanks for the update Clavis. I still miss Chex. It's nice to know he is finally at rest.

Why are there only two pallbearers at a Polish funeral?

A garbage can only has two handles.

RIP

JohnLenin: Why are there only two pallbearers at a Polish funeral? A garbage can only has two handles. RIP

You as cold as ice.....

:D

meepbox:

JohnLenin: Why are there only two pallbearers at a Polish funeral? A garbage can only has two handles. RIP

You as cold as ice.....

:D

Chex would have laughed at that

Thank you for taking the time to post this awful chronicle.