The way things work with web pages and web forums today, it's too easy for one of these "communities" to yank up this photo, put it out of context, put it on a "silly gravestone" collection or otherwise dehumanize and detract from what's really going on here: a family trying to make sense of the loss of their son by etching into his gravestone the things that defined him as a person up to that point. His drums, his portrait, his computer project that must have been endless hours of intensity and fun for him.I found it moving that instead of a Photoshop contest mocking this guy's tombstone, the blog author showed me a really touching, tragic story of a kid who was born exactly 8 days after I was. The only difference between that kid in the grave and me was one dumb guy who had too much to drink. But it makes me happy to know that his family was close enough to understand what their son loved and had the courage to put up what many must think is a pretty dorky tombstone. I don't know if my family would have had the courage to do as much. I honestly hope that someone knows me well enough and cares about me enough to put up a tombstone that hideous for me when I die.
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When his fiancee got out of the hospital, she announced she would open up the BBS again in memory of the sysop. It ran again for two days before closing up for good.
RIP Ricky Sutphin & Clown's Delight
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posted by infinitewindow at 9:23 AM on January 25, 2007 [1 favorite]