It was a sad day, but it was a day that we will all learn from; emotionally and logically. Brendan, our dear friend and lover, didn't deserve the death that he was given, but isn't it never fair that the good souls die young? I know we all have more emotional baggage than the tearduct plane will allow, and I know we all miss him dearly, but lets not forget how he passed:

 We were all there, he tried to do his taxes, but we tried to warn him of the severe dangers that comes with paying off a mortage. Did he listen? No, because mortages aren't taxes, but thats not what this story is about. He strained himself so much when he tried to understand those astronomical numbers, and his butt intestines were strained. He pooped so hard that he died, or he died and then pooped. What really matters is he now dead and stankey.

 Rest in peace kid,

                      Love, Joseph Smith