They just keep getting taken away. Rest in peace, John Pinette. Thanks for the many laughs you provided; you will be missed.
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As soon as I saw a post on Facebook about him, I came here to see if you'd posted about it and had to read 13 or so entries...I really should check in here more often!
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He was only fifty. I wish it hadn't happened. And I never even met him. Somebody closer, that would be unmentionable. I'd break. :(
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