Now this hack was about ready to start falling apart because I've brought her everywhere, and I have really had some good times with her. It's amazing how a sack of beans can bring people together. Anyway, we started kickin' it around and random phans were coming and going, showing off their personal tricks and what-not, and getting some phishhead "exercise" as I like to call it. 

After a little while, more and more beads were escaping the hack. Everyone noticed, but we didn't say anything about it, we were doing so well. More time passed, and every kick was starting to send a huge shower of beads around the circle. There was no turning back. We kept on hackin' until the goddamn thing was empty. Of course we had a replacement, so it's all good. But we all felt that was the proper burial for a dear friend. She would have wanted it that way, for her beads to be scattered about the Pavillion while Trey read and played his poetry.

- Andy Tuggle