Buz was as kind as he was cantankerous.
When I was sick, he contacted me with heartfelt wishes for my recovery; when I aimed my most withering snark at his beliefs, he defended them stoutly and smiled.
He was never hateful to me, and managed to act as a warrior for his faith in a way that I thought was all too rare and sweet.
I cannot believe in your God, Buz--but I still hope you were in heaven a half hour before the devil knew you were dead.
Edited by Omnivorous, : No reason given.
"If you can keep your head while those around you are losing theirs, you can collect a lot of heads."