He was never mentioned much at family gatherings. No one seemed to really want anything to do with him. He was never at school events or family functions. Didn’t finish school. Didn’t even attend either of his parents funerals. He was a real a**hole. Every family seems to have one like him.
Incidentally, he gained the nick-name ‘Bacon’ only after his visit with ‘ol’ sparky‘. When they fired him up, a small cloud of greasy smoke hung over him. The vents let out the putrid smell of bacon mixed with scorched hair oil that clung to every exposed surface. While he ‘rode the lightening’ his odor hung in the humid air from the death shack to the admin building. As the switch locked into place he squirmed and made many unique noises, sizzles and crackles (thus his nick-name).
When there’s a warm rain, you can still catch his smell in the breeze. It might sound be like “the Green Mile” but the only thing green was under his chair and the color of the witnesses faces.
He will not be missed.
