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Well, he's dead. Harry's dead to be specific. Those of you who've followed my blog know somewhat who he is. Those of you who are unfamiliar with the zaney character known as Harry, he was an elderly resident at the long term care facility where I work who once confessed that he was not only in love with me but also felt fairly confident that he could bring me to orgasm... no, really he was serious. Oh, he'd also had a stroke, broken a hip, couldn't walk, was incontinent, had a tongue too big for his mouth and regularly threatened to either kill himself or everyone around him... he was awsome! At least he didn't suffer; he would have been a truely miserable bastard if he had.

Uuuuummmmm... anyone?... size 10... hint... hint...