A Bittersweet Event

Went out last night with Seth for his 21st. birthday. Drinking and partying ensued, although no one got out of hand. That's my baby, my last cub, now for better or worse, "grown up".

Squinney, the younger cubs and myself were all together for this occasion and Christmas day and I can't shake the feeling that this will be the last time that happens.

Moving forward towards the grave. It's inevitable.

On a more chipper front, we decided that after I've been harvested for organs and used as a cadaver and someone claims me (I didn't realize your remains still had to be claimed after all that) we're going to cremate me as cheaply as possible and divide my ashes into small vials and sell Steve Quinney souvenirs and make one last profit on me. Believe it or not, people are already asking how to reserve one.