Alas, the last of the Oldman Cats has died.
I reprinted one of the the dialogues here, but you can find more old-cat wisdom scattered across his writings for Lawyers, Guns & Money, including this bit:
OLDMAN MUND: I SO FUCKING BUFF I DO CROSSFOOT
SEK: You mean CrossFit?
OLDMAN MUND: CROSSFOOT MAKE ME SO FUCKING BUFF
SEK: You don’t do CrossFit — but you’re annoying as people who do, so there’s that.
OLDMAN MUND: FUCK YEAH I DO CROSSFOOT I DO IT RIGHT NOW
SEK: That’s not CrossFit — that’s you crossing your feet.
OLDMAN MUND: FUCK YEAH I CROSSFOOT
SEK: Why do you even —
OLDMAN MUND: I SO FUCKING BUFF
SEK: No, you’re old and feeble, so you cross your feet when you walk and —
OLDMAN MUND: CROSSFOOT MOTHERFUCKER SO FUCKING BUFF
SEK: I’m gonna let you have this.
OLDMAN MUND: LIKE YOU HAVE CHOICE I WILL CROSSFUCK YOU UP
SEK: That’s not even a —
OLDMAN MUND: YOU SHUT UP NOW I GO BE FUCKING BUFF OVER HERE
SEK was Scott Eric Kaufman, and it is in the past tense that another, bigger, Alas lies: Scott died in the fall of 2016 from a chronic medical problem that turned acute.
I never met him, never interacted with him, but even now, writing this, I’m tearing up, because he was young, and smart, and funny, and kind, and he brought his whole human self to his writing. Check out the encomiums to him.
I don’t quite believe in an afterlife, but if there is one, it’d be nice to think Oldman cats Virgil and Sigmund are hassling SEK about mofungo and sideways hopping at all of the strange noises in the great beyond.
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