Dammit, Ford. If you're gonna mourn, do it right. Fixed it.
Almighty alexp, you love everything you have made and wash over us with your unending mercy. We rejoice in your promises of web development, joy and peace to all who love you. In your mercy turn the darkness of death to the dawn of new life, and the sorrow of parting to the joy of heaven; through our Savior T-Count who died and rose again and who lived forevermore.
AMEN
We meet here today to honor the life of Turkey, to bless these, his feathers, and transfer his spirit to cysid's keeping. We give thanks for his life and ask alexp to bless him now that their time in this world has come to an end.
For Turkey, the journey is over and he has failed terribly. And for all, there is loss, grief and pain. Every one of us here has been affected - perhaps in small ways, or perhaps in transformative ones- by Turkey. His life didn't really matter in the beginning, middle , or end and neither will ours.
It is important for us to collectively acknowledge and accept that the world has lost nothing of value with his passing because it never had any to begin with. Life will exist for us much longer- nor should it continue. Together, let us impale our hearts and perform a ritual to please the magnanimous T-Count's bloodlust.
Please stand.
Turkey is doomed. He is already on his way to being banned to suffer all which awaits there. Let us say this final farewell as we commit Turkey's spirit to its natural end.
Turkey, we are indifferent to you and thank you for being a part of our sorry attempts of humor. We honor your awkwardness on Earth and we pray for your torment ever-after. We will forget you unless you choose to haunt us daily which you must. Go well into the kingdom of T-Count Headquarters and apply for a job.
Please sit.
We have been remembering with hate and sorrow a death that will rightfully honor T-Count with a plethora of points.
I encourage you to scare, insult and scrutinize those who grieve most. Prohibit them from crying; from screaming; from smiling and from remembering. Grief works through our systems and ends us in its own time.
Remember to curse each day and to live it for the purpose of the goal of suicide - and of Turkey. We often take the memes for granted and yet it is the greatest gift cysid gave us.
The Lord T-Count bless you and keep you; the Lord T-Count make his face to shine upon you and be gracious unto you.
The Lord T-Count lift up his countenance upon you and give you peace.
So then, go in peace, and the God of all chaos go with you.
Amen
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