Will make and freeze one in his honor this weekend.
When I was a clueless kid, really really clueless, my parents hired a driving instructor. She was mid 20s and a totally acceptable 80s blonde. Understand that I was adolescent and on a swimming team, so I was hungry always.
First lesson, she tells me she needs to stop by her apartment "to change." We drive there. She invites me in. She asks me if I like Meatloaf. "Yeah! Definitely!" Sweet. I'm gonna get a snack.
She doesn't go to the kichen. She puts on music. Then she goes to her bedroom. Leaves the door half open. A minute later asks me if I'm ok out there. "Yeah...I'm ok." Man, I'm starving tho. Wish she'd hurry up and finish changing so I can have some meatloaf.
She's in that bedroom with the door open for ages. Finally she comes out and she's all "Well... I guess we better get going."
The stupid bitch forgot my meatloaf!
That's a true story. This is who you're dealing with here.
RIP big guy. You almost got me laid.