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.