Oh trusty Phalanx, the time is nigh. I for one have girded my loins and squared my shoulders.
Should you need me, dear Zombie, I am ready to help lift you up until the wind catches in the folds of your red dress, and carries you high, ever higher. I shall see that huge smile in my memory, and hear the loudest throaty smoker's laugh echoing from above.
Crank up the music. Line up the glasses. Ashtray wiped and ready.
can one really be so sad for someone never once seen?