As I was sitting at the computer this morning, I noticed a headline about a body at Prince's Paisley Park residence, but didn't think much of it. Then Isabel walked over to the other computer a few minutes later and the headline had changed. "Prince found dead at Paisley Park, age 57" and I wanted to cry. Another loss so soon in 2016. It's been a tough year. First Lemmy, then Bowie and shortly after, Alan Rickman. Now Prince. My childhood is dying, and it makes me so very sad.
Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today
To get through this thing called life
Electric word life
It means forever and that's a mighty long time
But I'm here to tell you
There's something else
The after world
A world of never ending happiness
You can always see the sun, day or night
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