I think more, those of us who were close to Joel have learned to deal with, as I said (thank you Ian for the correction, which was perfect, and The Endings for the original song from which I got the idea) in his eulogy, the 'Joel sized (and shaped) hole in our hearts'. He's not gone totally... you can't just forget someone like Joel, whether you were loving him, or being frustrated by him, talking geek stuff, or silly comedy stuff (NI!!!!), or getting high on the contents of helium balloons at a wedding or.....
....yes, and that's how we *still* are coping. Remembering the silly sodlet as he was, the funny stuff. Not the bad stuff, the stuff we'd rather not remember.
EVERY time, without fail, that I'm talking to mutual friends, invariably we'll end up talking about one of two things when it comes to Joel - his geekiness and how much he taught me, and/or silly anecdotes that *still* have us giggling, and that I suppose is his legacy.
In honour of his memory, and so he's giggling up there, wherever he is I've decided to do another DEATH and Joel skit, a la Mr Prachett for you to enjoy.
SCENE: Joel loping (anyone knowing him will know that 'parting of the Red Sea thru crowds' type stride) thru Heaven, DEATH is spied in the distance escorting more souls to their eternal rest....
Joel: DEATH!, Oi! Death...*sigh* BONEY!
Death pauses in his stride, knowing there is only being in the whole of the multiverses that would _dare_ call him 'Boney'
DEATH: MR MILBURN?!
Joel: Ugh, you know I hate that! *holds up a hand as Death is about to retaliate* OK, I called you Boney... but you weren't taking a blind *Death's blue sparkle flares*...whatever bit of notice of me, and wanted a word, er... please?!
DEATH: VERY WELL, WHAT IS IT?
Joel: Two things really, I've been a bit busy flitting around doing science-y things only really stopping by to make sure that no-one I know has popped their clogs, or biker boots ... well you know what I mean, so not really been concentrating on the living.... so how's everyone coping now... have they forgotten me?
DEATH: FORGOTTEN, NO. DEALING WITH... IN VARYING DEGREES. THEY SAY TIME HEALS. I DON'T THINK THIS IS ACTUALLY THE CASE, I THINK IT MORE THAT TIME GIVES YOU THE ABILITY TO COPE MORE WITH THE OCCASION, TO PROCESS THINGS BETTER. MOST ARE DEALING WITH YOUR LOSS BY REMEMBERING YOUR MORE... AH... COMICAL MOMENTS, OF WHICH JUDGING BY STORIES, YOU HAD MANY, AND I'M CERTAIN THAT VERY FEW ARE APOCRYPHAL! OH AND ASSOCIATING YOUR NAME WITH ALL THINGS AH.... GEEK?!
Joel: yeah Geek... computery stuff...
DEATH: INDEED - COMPUTERS, GAMES, AND 'RIPPING THE FUCKING BIOS CHIP OUT AND DROP-KICKING THE ARSING THING OUT OF A 4TH FLOOR WINDOW'?!
Joel: Not sure if that's one of mine, or Pol's with elements of me rubbing off on her! So how is she - Pol... Mam, Dad, Soph...
DEATH: AS I SAID COPING, MORE FRIENDS OF YOUR WIFE ARE RALLYING ROUND HER, SO FAR AS I CAN TELL FROM THE SANDS OF TIME NONE ARE IMMINENTLY ABOUT TO SHUFFLE OFF THEIR MORTAL COILS. POL HAS HER PHOTOGRAPHY TOO, AT WHICH SHE IS BECOMING SOMEWHAT ADEPT, SHE IS HAPPY AND LOVED... SOMETHING YOU WANTED I BELIEVE?
Joel: Gods yeah, she'd had a lot of bad stuff in her life, she deserved some good! She needs to be loved *giggles* yeah _that_ way too!
DEATH: INDEED. WELL SHE'S ACHIEVING SOME SUCCESSES WITH THAT AND IT'S KEEPING HER OCCUPIED ANYHOW, SOPHIE IS STILL GOING ROUND AS I BELIEVE SHE PUT IT LOOKING FOR BAT POOP, OWL PUKE AND NEWTS, AND DOING HER MUSIC... AND YOUR 'MAM AND DAD' AS YOU CALL THEM ARE AS HAPPY AS THEY CAN BE GIVEN YOU GONE AND SOPHIE SO FAR AWAY. POL LOOKS AFTER THEM AND THEY AFTER HER. AS FOR FRIENDS...THEY WERE AND ARE NUMEROUS. THEIR LIVES GO ON IN VARIOUS WAYS AND AS IT IS WITH HUMANS... WITH VARYING SUCCESS OR MISERIES, NEW LIVES CREATED....
Joel: Yeah...new lives created... that was the other thing I wanted to ask you about. Reincarnation, do you believe in it?
DEATH: IT EXISTS, I HAVE NO USE FOR BELIEF OR DENIAL SINCE I *KNOW* SUCH THINGS HAPPEN,....
Joel: Well, I rather fancy going back as a cat...they get fed yummy things, sleep 23 hours per day and if they are obnoxious, people accept it as 'oh it's what cats are like!'
DEATH: HMM... I CAN SEE A CERTAIN ATTRACTION... ESPECIALLY FOR SOMEONE AS ... UM, UNIQUE AS YOURSELF...
Joel: (striding off in the direction of the heavenly council and throwing comments over his shoulder) Thanks Boney... ah Mr Death, see ya around. Oi God-like person, Bossman... about this spirit recycling thing....
DEATH: AND CATS ARE SUPPOSED TO HAVE *NINE* LIVES.... NINE RENDITIONS OF THAT COULD BE LIKE AN IMMOVABLE OBJECT HITTING AN IRRESISTIBLE FORCE... HEY HO, HOPE HE GETS SOMEONE THAT LIKES CATS!
Well... if he does come back as a cat, it would suit him down the the ground and can see him being a bit of a Greebo, LOL
Rest in Peace you silly sodlet, you are still loved, missed and remembered.
Love Pol, the family, and all your friends xxx