I am glad you are here this evening.
I'm glad I am here. We should all be glad we are still here.
Tonight, we raise a glass and celebrate the passing of a fellow Autumn Soul who, now free of his long struggle with a diseased body, lies resting in a sunny pumpkin field, floats darkly among the branches of a twisted wood, rides the wind of a banshee's howl, for the rest of ever.
John Wolfe, thank you for being you.
Now that your fight is done, I hope you are getting that long thirst truly quenched.
I know we will all continue to keep Hallowe'en in our hearts as you did.
And we will seek your Autumn spirit this Hallowe'en, and every Hallowe'en, now that you have left this life and embraced what is beyond that very Veil we Autumn People so long to draw aside on our favorite night of the year.
And even as we say our goodbyes, we turn to live the more appreciative for what -- for whom -- we can still enjoy the wondrous gift of loving so deeply in this short, amazing life.
Bless you, John.
Your glasses, everyone... come on, shout it with me --