Rest peacefully, sweet cousin

Michael Gover. Devoted son. Loving brother. Adoring uncle. Mr. Wonderful. Everyone's best friend. Larger than life. The life of our party. He left our world yesterday, leaving a space seemingly impossible to fill. His smile could brighten a room, his laugh utterly contagious. His bear hugs...irreplaceable. And the ever-present twinkle in his eye...

Things will never be the same without you, Mikey, but we were all lucky to have you while we did.

Here are some words that are not my own, but are too good not to share. They were written by one of his many friends, and if you didn't have the privilege of knowing him, this gives you a taste of what made him so special...

"Gover was a man among men. He told inside jokes..to total strangers. He once won a staring contest with a photograph. He would often open his fridge and tell his milk when..and if to expire. Sometimes I knew Gover to mail something and forget the postage..and it would still get there. Gover and I once played a game of poker..and he won using only UNO cards. Often Bigfoot would try to capture photos of Gover and it was rumored that Werewolves were jealous of his beard. When the local safari was closing, Michael opened his beard up and used it as an ark for the residence of the misplaced animals. And most recently I have been told Sharks have devoted a week just for him." -Jason


"When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight."  -Kahlil Gibran