Late Sunday night word began to spread through Club Sub that Leslie had passed, some cried, some prayed, and some sipped on Bosco then slipped under the covers. Members had a difficult time coping with the loss today. For instance, The Hitman found himself walking the halls of his work asking himself "where the hell was I?" The VP Frank White found himself at a bar for lunch asking for "the strongest thing they had" BTW, his name was Ivan...a white Russian. The Terminator has decided to eat only Viking food for the rest of the week. The Schemer skipped work and went to a Shakespearean play in the park. The rat and That Guy drove to Chicago to split an order of fried rice from Wong Lu's. Tilt spent the day at the docks taking a dingy. I stayed home baked a raisin nut bread and watched Spartacus followed by The Rocketeer.
In remembrance of this great Club Sub hero, I would ask each member on New Year's Eve (no matter where you are) when the clock strikes 12, after Dick Clark butchers the countdown and before you kiss your loved one, to raise your glass up high and toast to the memory of Leslie Nielsen.
Gentlemen, we have lost a great man, but unlike any of us when we expire, he has blessed us with jewels from the life he lived. Go now and watch your favorite movie of Leslie and laugh to it hurts.
