[Mark Antony]
Friends, Netizens, Sock Accounts; lend me your ears;
I come to bury Fenn, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Fenn.
The noble Douglas Preston
Hath told you Fenn was eccentric:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Fenn answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Douglas, and the rest–
For Douglas Preston is an honorable man
Excepting he doth write fiction professionally;
So are we all, all honorable people–
Come I to speak at Forrest Fenn’s wake.
You better sit down folks.
He was my imaginary friend,
faithful and just to me:
But Dal says he was a fibber;
And Dal Nietzel is/was an honorable man, I think.
Fenn hath brought many celebs to Santa Fe
Whose fleecing did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Fenn seem too ambitious?
Jackie o' the gypsy’s kiss, did smiling take
He distilled that spirit just before on a break!
A poker face could not be made of sterner stuff.
Yet his caddy at the club says he cheated at golf;
Although none among us be a saint in such matters
And we oft curse the gods for faults of our own.
You all did see that on Valentine’s Day,
I thrice presented him a perfect solve,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this Alzheimers?
Yet Preston says he was “eccentric";
And what exactly does that mean anyway?
I speak not to disprove what Preston spoke,
Nor confirm the rumors, nor speak what I do not know,
[murmur and snickering among guards]
I’m not insinuating he was gay- and what of it if he were?
We all did love him once, not without cause:
Some perhaps more literally than others.
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.
Bear with me;
[centurions snicker]
Oh you cads! Be still. As if.
My sanity lies in the grave with Fenn and his artist friend,
[centurions snicker again]
Now I must pause and get my story straight before the Media shows up.
Friends, Netizens, Sock Accounts; lend me your ears;
I come to bury Fenn, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Fenn.
The noble Douglas Preston
Hath told you Fenn was eccentric:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Fenn answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Douglas, and the rest–
For Douglas Preston is an honorable man
Excepting he doth write fiction professionally;
So are we all, all honorable people–
Come I to speak at Forrest Fenn’s wake.
You better sit down folks.
He was my imaginary friend,
faithful and just to me:
But Dal says he was a fibber;
And Dal Nietzel is/was an honorable man, I think.
Fenn hath brought many celebs to Santa Fe
Whose fleecing did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Fenn seem too ambitious?
Jackie o' the gypsy’s kiss, did smiling take
He distilled that spirit just before on a break!
A poker face could not be made of sterner stuff.
Yet his caddy at the club says he cheated at golf;
Although none among us be a saint in such matters
And we oft curse the gods for faults of our own.
You all did see that on Valentine’s Day,
I thrice presented him a perfect solve,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this Alzheimers?
Yet Preston says he was “eccentric";
And what exactly does that mean anyway?
I speak not to disprove what Preston spoke,
Nor confirm the rumors, nor speak what I do not know,
[murmur and snickering among guards]
I’m not insinuating he was gay- and what of it if he were?
We all did love him once, not without cause:
Some perhaps more literally than others.
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason.
Bear with me;
[centurions snicker]
Oh you cads! Be still. As if.
My sanity lies in the grave with Fenn and his artist friend,
[centurions snicker again]
Now I must pause and get my story straight before the Media shows up.
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