Fuck, Shit, Hell

My friend Ken died over the weekend. He was the guru of all things health benefits at our joint. Lots of fun, a good soul. We were the same age, his birthday the 22nd, mine's the 23rd. His cancer had been in remission, his prognosis was great, until the mets. All kinds of fucking mets. Showed up on his last PET scan. People have been walking around work looking lost since we were told he'd not be able to come back to work. Fuck, Shit, Hell, Damn.