Here is a poem dedicated to: Damen.

Dear friend
Dear friend, you were the best
But now you went to rest…
You will be missed,
Never to be hissed
Dear friend,
We will miss you…


And I meant that all from my heart. By hissed, I mean never to be awoken...

The funeral starts here:



Silent Night... Holy Night... Sheperds quake... At the sight. Holy streams of heaven afar. Holy infants, so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace... Sleep in heavenly peace...

Damen didn't die! We saw on tinychat he faked it all!