|"Here Lies Poor Paul. R.I.P."|
"About 2 months Ago - Tonight"
After about 2 months, I asked them to stop saying it because it was starting to hurt my feelings. I didn't like hearing everyone make fun of my life. So, that ended Poor Paul, or so I thought.
Ron went into the computer room, quickly built a coffin, a likeness, and a head stone. Solemnly, a funeral march commenced down the hallway. Carrying the paper coffin in his hands, he placed it gently on the bed, wiping away a "tear". Then the family started laughing. I started laughing. Poor Paul was gone (again) forever, or so I thought.
During the following 8 years, Poor Paul rested peacefully on a bookshelf. My parents came to Utah before leaving on their mission to Ukraine. Poor Paul surprisingly came with them. They unearthed this poor creature and brought him to Utah, where he has seen real Paul for the last time. Again, we buried Poor Paul. This time for good.