Oh yeah, I remember Skyler. God, I couldn’t stand that dude. He was always blocking me from getting into my locker and fucking with my hair in school. Can’t say he matured much after that either.
But it’s pretty tragic that he died, I suppose. It was an avalanche while skiboarding that killed him, right? Wow, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. Damn, what a way to go out. At least he died doing something he loved?
I mean, it’s sad when anybody dies, right? Right? I’ll miss him as much as you can possibly miss someone who called you a “pussy” every time you saw them.
If we’re being honest here, I can’t say I’m all THAT surprised. One time he offered me a ride home from all-you-can-eat wings night, and he was speeding up to see how close he could get to the car in front of us without touching it. I’ll never forget the way he cackled as I gripped the door for dear life. He really got off on others’ discomfort and fear. What a reckless douche.
But, you know, it’s still like a tragedy and stuff. Just because he tried to fuck every girlfriend I had in high school doesn’t mean he deserved to die young. I mean no one should die that young or whatever.
Of course I hope his family is doing well in this difficult time. No parent should have to bury a child. That’s just not the way nature intended life to happen. Yeah, I’m going to drop by the funeral home to pay my respects, it’s only right. I guess.
Every time he would run into my mom he would ask about me like we were best friends. Then when I’d see him at holidays he’d constantly razz me for moving away like I think I’m better than everyone. Like, c’mon dude, you can’t have it both ways. Either we’re friends and there’s a sense of respect, or we’re not. Quit the charade.
The charade is over for good, unfortunately. I’m not really religious, though times like these really kinda make you think about the universe and life and stuff. I hope whatever afterlife he’s in is peaceful and that his family gets to a place of similar peace. He definitely seems like the cremation type.
Wait, I just remembered that he owed me $120 for his room on that cabin trip we all took. The one where he threw up into my duffel bag. Do you think I should ask his parents? I’m willing to let the duffel bag go.