Wile E. Coyote never had to mourn the Road Runner.
Lord Farquaad never had to mourn Shrek.
Cyraxx is about to mourn Marty.
Marty devoted his life to fucking with people on the internet because he thought it was funny. He was never spiteful or a virtue signaler. Like some of the more extreme prank callers, he only cared about fucking with people. And he loved fucking with Cyrax the most. The two of them would loop around, through heel and face wrestling style arguments... forever. It just kept going. They argued over made up nonsense. By the end of Marty's life, the both of them had spoken to each other more than most married couples. This was a relationship. It was a weird fucked up relationship, but it still was one. Marty, your better half is gonna go the rest of his life with a part of him lost. Fuck, I'll say it. Cyraxx lost his husband. Poor motherfucker.
He just hasn't accepted it yet. A lot of people haven't. But there is no fucking way you would be able to fake a death like this. Marty is 100% dead. And it sucks.
rest in piss, you beautiful vulgar, drug addicted degenerate
You died doing what you loved:
drugs, lots of drugs, next to a woman of questionable character.
I'm going to make a point to blast this while I'm street racing in Akron, Ohio.