We are gathered here today to pay our last respects to a great man. A self-proclaimed God in fact.
A man who has been with us for a long time. A friend, an agitator, a communist. But more than that, a Limey Bastard (this coming from a Fat Bastard, so I should know) who knew the meaning of "Have Fun".
We mourn the loss of this great man. He who shall never know joy again. He who shall be forever on the edge of self-destruction. He who shall be on the verge of his head exploding from not being able to express himself openly ever again.
This is a dark day for GP, and we gather together to work through our own feelings of the loss of such a great potential that was...
BlackIce.
(Ok, so I'm crappy at improv speeches.)