Wow. That is sad. And it feels kind of oddly random. At our last practice, we sort of fell in to I'd Love To Change The World in between songs that we actually know and play. It's a pretty obvious riff. And then you find out that nobody knows all the words, like a lot of songs. But everybody knew a different part. So I sang the first verse and got stuck halfway into the second one. And Randy knew the second one, but didn't know the bridge. But John knew the bridge...you get the idea.
But how weird is it that we did that out of the blue Monday and then he dies the next day or two later.
If my posts can possibly be taken as bitterly cynical, horribly sarcastic, deeply contemptuous of my fellow human, and maybe somewhat humorous, then that's your safest bet.