R.I.P.

My friend Heather just got a text (after coming home from Pott's) that Steve Irwin, the crocodile hunter died today. We didn't believe it, but it was true. He got stung in the heart by a stingray. What a shitty, weird, but fitting way to go out. We're actually sad.

Rest in peace, Steve. We're toasting you as I write this.