I found him in the soft light of morning, crumpled and broken behind the barbeque he called home for low these many days. (Nearly a one-third of a fortnight.)
He left no note, but I'm sure his few days on this mortal coil were happy ones. His bright smile literally brought light to the living room during the cold evenings of last weekend. I fear foul play, but living at such a height, I have no proof nor theories of how such a thing could have been executed. (No pun intended. Well, maybe a little pun.)
One way or the other, he was a good GLOD and will be missed by many. Or at least by me.
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