by William the Coroner, gun blogger, forensic pathologist, and cat lover passed away yesterday at his home in northern Ohio. I had the opportunity to meet and chat with him in Pittsburgh at the Gunnie After-Prom that Breda put on during the NRA Annual Meeting.
William the Coroner was only 43. As Chance noted today about feeling old, “And here I was not fretting about being over the hill when life smacked me right up side the head with a dose of mortality.” He was referring to his father’s heart attack. It could apply just as well to the passing of William the Coroner.
For William:
No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.
John Donne
Meditation 17
Devotions upon Emergent Occasions
H/T Sean and New Jovian Thunderbolt
"I am indebted to my father for living, but to my teacher for living well." – Alexander the Great
WZBG was not only my faculty and my boss, but one of my good friends. He was a huge influence upon me, and made a great difference in my life. He helped me more than almost anyone during the most difficult time in my life. I think the best way to honor him is to be kind to one another (and animals), and to live long, good and interesting lives.
I miss him terribly.