I just misplace one of my better champion .
His heart stopped and he is now with his Lord .
His name was Weatherly . I think we ’ve had our last sister , but if I had another son , Weatherly would be a good name for him .
He wrote and asked me if I wanted to meet up for sushi .
I had no idea what to expect , and it was a small strange to contact a stranger off the cyberspace , but I said yes .
Weatherly look rather like Humpty Dumpty , short , with a bald question and a broad smile . We pip it off instantly and thus began a capital friendship . He ran a screenprinting company , and I ferment in radio as a author , audio editor in chief and producer . He had some idea for ad , so we co - created a serial publication of highly entertaining radio pip over the years .
They were just one - min spots for the local market in his Alabama small Ithiel Town , but they were awesome . Weatherly had a madcap sense of humor and a vox you could n’t lose . He was determine by anime , old sci - fi shows with puppets , like Captain Scarlett , conspiracy and paranormal receiving set programme , and campy honest-to-god radio receiver ads . His t - shirts were often hilarious and very esoteric in their humor .
Over the year , many of my children received impost onesies at their birth , courtesy of Weatherly and his married woman .
When someone on my youTube channel said we should print a “ Compost Your Enemies ” t - shirt , Weatherly did it , and it ’s been a hit even since , with its campy baptistery and unspeakable fleeceable color .
Weatherly came from a Church of Christ ground and did not have the easiest life . There was pain in his past , but he pressed through and raised four children . He adore his wife . He was beloved of his friends . He was honest , caring , seraphic , and had a gag that was infective . I only have one picture of him , and that is from a convening where he is wearing his royal camouflage and selling thymine - shirts to a young lady with pinkish hair . He have intercourse the outcasts and the odd mass , which is maybe why he loved me .
He was like my sidekick , and in Christ , he is my true spiritual brother .
One year I traveled to a Godzilla normal in Chicago with him and we spent a weekend together sell t - shirts . That Sunday , we had to work the convention dormitory and were ineffectual to attend church , so we prayed and deal communion together with crackers and wine-colored in our hotel room . That is the hope we share , that we have a Savior who was not stopped by last .
I sleep together you , brother . We will play again . I ca n’t keep indite because of the tears . I leave out you .
