Here lies Chonny You can tell it's him 'cos we put his name on the stone Ran his showers red hot Never too good for a potshot Take the long way 'round to work when the song got to the good part He'd try to stay humble, but inevitably stumble When the kind words rolled in and his humility crumbled Always dwell on what hurt him, lament and reassess Bimonthly sink depress in senseless, excess mental abscess Tried to fight the demons that had caused him such stress At about thirty-five, died of well Take a guess

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