Forever Remebered
Never forgotten
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In loving memory of Write Arse Block.
Many would describe Write as a bit of a complicated soul. But everyone knew he could put pen to paper and create a masterpiece.
Unfortunately that was his ruin. At age 64, poor Write got stuck on a piece for the first time in his writing career. It was just too much for his poor mind to take.
He decided to take control of the situation by writing a final piece which therefore stated,
“I will not go down with my last masterpiece having gotten the better of me, oh no. And for this, I will take control and make sure my final piece is finished under my terms, and will so be, forever remembered.”
He was found, pen in one hand, and a bottle of the finest scotch in the other.
May he forever rest in peace.
About the Creator
Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer.
Co-author of Bounce Back- Dreams to Reality: Faith Over Fear
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Comments (4)
Ts - And Scene: He 'Wrote' himself out - You write as you..a very good thing. Jk
We can all relate to his battle! I love the play on words and the fact that Arse is his middle name! Clever!
Hahahahahahahaha loved this obituary so much!
His famous last words