A Canadian man named Angus Brian MacDonald succumbed to unnamed health issues last Friday, but at some point during his final days, MacDonald flexed a lifetime's worth of humor and wisdom. He crafted his very own obituary, ultimately proving that he didn't lose an ounce of character as he hopped on that last train to glory.
Angus Brian MacDonald, 1948—eternal Internet fandom.
Even without knowing him personally, it's easy to surmise the exact type of good-natured guy he was, just by the short autobiography he left before taking the big sleep.
His obituary, posted online to InMemoriam.CA, began by acknowledging that he is, in fact, dead.
So, the world doesn't have Angus MacDonald to kick around anymore. I'm gone! The devil finally called my name. The grim reaper came for me on Friday March 25, 2016. I bought the farm. I bit the dust. So I guess I'm off to the promised land eh? The promised land! Imagine!
MacDonald then reflected on how he'd lived his life, and usurped the Almighty to deliver eternal judgment upon himself.
So anyway, I think I was a pretty nice guy, despite being a former punk and despite what some people would say about me. What did they know about me anyway? I loved my family and cared for them through good times and bad; I did my best.