I saw my dead best friend
Last year he was killed in a motorcycle accident in Shropshire coming home after the Swancote biker meet.

I went to see him at the chapel of rest and put my hand on his as i said goodbye, it was cold (as expected) but not a "normal" kind of cold, it literally was a deathly cold and it was the single most awful experience of my life and something i dont wish to repeat anytime soon, he looked peaceful though despite the horrific accident and lingering death he had to endure.

Myself, along with two other friends and his brother were the pallbearers at his funeral.

i'll never forget it, and i'll never forget him.

He was only 19.
(The Reverend annoying the regulars since, Thu 28 Feb 2008, 12:51, Reply)