Hey everyone, this is Thunderhead, Ephemily's boyfriend. It is with a heavy heart that I'm writing this status update for you. Last night Ephemily finally succumbed to the 1812 Overture that had been playing in her head the last few days. Somewhere between 9:12 and 10:25, she suffered a massive heart attack. We can only assume she was scared to death by an attack of her EHS after having been on edge and without sleep for the past several days. I found her unresponsive, and rushed her to Creighton Medical Center, but doctors were unable to save her. She was declared dead shortly after 1:00AM
I can't express how deeply saddened I am by her passing; she
will be utterly missed by myself and her friends and family. There is a
little less leopard print in this world, and we are decidedly worse off
We will be holding a wake for her tomorrow, Saturday, October 27th, at Vivace (1108
Howard St) starting at 6:30 PM. Please come and visit with everyone
and pay your respects as we share stories of Ephemily's (mis)adventures
in life. May she find peace at last in that great sex shop in the sky,
where the lube is ever flowing and batteries never run out.
Please note, this will be the final status update I'll be able to
post here. Ephemily left behind explicit instructions regarding her
computer hardware (ever the planner), and after I run this giant magnet
over every hard drive in the place, I won't be able to access the page
again. Even in death, she refuses to share passwords.
Please join us Saturday evening for a celebration of her life or comment here.
*Disclaimer - This post is part of a series. It is meant to build up to my party for my 35th birthday and is a work of fiction
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