William the Coroner

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.

H/T Sean and New Jovian Thunderbolt