balacade's swan song in the key of julie.


silas and i crept up on our friend andrew, who was hurriedly and secretly being married to the love of his life.


it was a beautiful and private ceremony, held before any guests arrived.


the deed was done


and we somehow knew that we would never see him again.


paul is dead


agata


hank


alberta


don't say anything stupid, andrew


ali


ew, no kissing!