like a ton of bricks.
My Uncle Frank is gone
There won't be a text from him asking if I was watching that crappy SyFy Saturday night Movie.
He won't be convincing me it's a good idea to wait in line to get whatever autograph he's after.
He won't be gleefully haunting the aisles of the soon to be open Halloween stores with me.
We won't be hosting podcasts about bad monster movies in equally bad make up
We won't be haunting the local horror conventions anymore.
He won't see his grand niece and grand son grow up.
He's gone and this sucks and none of this is fun anymore.
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