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05 December 2008 @ 07:05 pm
I was in LA, having breakfast with zfrezberg, the Cadet, and the Mugatu at the House of Pies, when someone looked up and exclaimed "Forry!"

Before long, we were joined by Forrest J. Ackerman, who invited us up to his place for a tour. He told us wonderful stories, let me wear Lugosi's ring, swathed me in the Phantom's cloak, and was a lovely host. Those of you who toured the Ackermansion know what I was privileged to see, and it remains a shining memory, especially the portrait of Barnabas Collins in the stairwell (all right, I stopped dead and had to sit down. Hard.). He was a kind and gentle man.

We will never see the like again.

Rest in Peace, my friend.
Current Mood: sadsad
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beadslutbeadslut on December 16th, 2008 01:54 am (UTC)
Beg. For me. Please?