Goodbye, Hunter.
You were nuts.
Self destructive.
Crude.
Out of control.
A bad influence.
But we loved you anyway.

Aroo.

“She'd been strangled with a rosary,
not a run-of-the-mill rosary
like you might get at a Catholic bookstore
where Hail Marys are two for a quarter
and indulgences are included
on the back flap of the May issue of
Nuns and Roses magazine,
but a fancy heirloom rosary with pearls,
rubies, and a solid gold cross,
a rosary with attitude,
the kind of rosary that said,
'Get your Jehovah's Witness butt off my front porch.'”

– Mark Schweizer, Hopkinsville, KY,
first runner-up in the 2007
Bulwer-Lytton Bad Fiction Contest