• 17 years old
  • Born on January 10, 1993 in Nelson, British Colombia, Canada.
  • Passed away on December 31, 2010 in Nelson, British Colombia, Canada.
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Greg Elliott 17 years old , born on January 10, 1993 and passed away on December 31, 2010. We will remember him forever.
Posted by Ghangis Melons on January 10, 2017
I, uh... I brought the girls out here tonight. Me and Abby wanted them to know about our old friend, a man we once loved dearly. Little Ghangissa asked me, "Daddy, who is the man with the black cloak and piercing blue eyes?" I chuckled under my breath as I traced my finger along the Dark Souls engraving on your tombstone.

Well shit, it's been 7 years. We finally decided to clean out your apartment. Me and Tyler-Isaacs DeJong found an old "Lurid Highway" screenplay you wrote. We stayed up all night reading through it, intermittently sharing our favorite Horuku stories and drinking your leftover cider. One of the best nights I had in a while. Your screenplay sucked, though.

This will probably be one of the last times I come out here. We accidentally buried you a little too close to the river, I think your body will probably wash away soon. I'll miss you a lot, you were the tits. Byeeeeeee

The Ghangis Family (Ghangis, Abby, Ghangissa, Jasmina)
Posted by Ghangis Melons on October 30, 2015
Almost forgot how to get out here, heh. Could hardly remember how to navigate the trails, but I remembered the small cherry blossom trees. This small one, by the stream, that we buried you under. Remember how we used to take BTs near here, by your dads house? We'd get high and watch The Young Turks all night inside that crammed little trailer, but you didn't mind.

As much as I miss all of that, I can never forgive you. I remember watching you on your death bed, practically drooling over yourself. Your brain was just one big pile of sludge. I told you to stop smoking that nasty ass dirt weed, you knew it would make you stupid...

Well, I should get going. I'm seeing that cute blonde dike you used to date. You know, the petite one with the fat ass. Abby, I think it was? I can't remember. Anyways, I brought you a doobie of the GOOD shit. Maybe if you smoked a little more of this and less of that dirty ass street bowl, you'd still be alive. Oh well.

Rock on,
Posted by Jasmine Bee on January 2, 2011
you were the tits. I'll miss you a lot. Byeee.
Posted by Ghangis Melons on January 1, 2011
I fucking promised myself I wouldn't come back but... god dammit, this is too fucking hard for me. There is so much I have left to say to you, man. The FC wasn't ready to lose you. We need you back here, cracking jokes and making us smile.

Shine on, Sunshine Boy.
Posted by Ghangis Melons on December 31, 2010
I miss you, Greg.
We love you.
The FC... it isn't the same without you.

... This is too hard for me to write.
- Ghangis
Posted by Tom Vesec on December 31, 2010
Greg, I know I was kind of hard on you... I bullied you a little too much, and in hindsight I should have respected you more. Sure, you lived in a trailer and never had a nice thing to say about anyone that wasn't awkward, but you'll always be my sunshine boy.


PS My lawyer is helping me get that laptop, so don't even try shit Ghangis.

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