I just want to state, for the record, that I just found out via email that I am to have lunch with Tim E. this week. No one but Molly will get why this makes me wish I had fingernails so I could bite them off, but it does so run with me on this one.
Shhh. Don't tell anybody. It's kind of a secret.
(Dammit, I can't believe I'm typing this but if you're reading this, you're probably not looking for this post. I'm guessing you're looking to something more like a eulogy. RIP, Tim. I loved you, man.)