Dear Wes,
We are an impoverished lot. All that your friends and family have to offer you is a little time and sympathetic words. Their aim is to lessen your suffering, but you, and they, know that it's never enough. We are all so poor when it comes to death. No one who has ever lived was promised another minute more than the present. Good people get sick, bad people get sick, old people get sick, young people get sick. Listen to your doctors, take inventory of reality, and find the strength and courage to go forward. That's it. There is nothing more to say. We are all temporary creatures that are in this world but once, never to return. This goes for you, your friends, family, cops, priests, doctors, store clerks, intervention clowns, and every other person you have met and will ever meet.
If it's any consolation, perhaps you can find some solace knowing that both Primemuscle and Tbombz are also going to die (maybe horribly

).
With nothing but respect,
Kahn