We all miss our stupid shiny volvo. No one has taken this blow harder than Edward. Though the funeral was not in the main story, I felt compelled to write this eulogy anyways. Even though it is short. Poor Edward. He will take all the time he needs to heal, thank you very much. ~K
Our dear departed volvo will always hold a dear, soggy spot in our still, unbeating hearts.
It's short life was tragically brought to an end after an, er, accident that sent it tumbling off a bridge and into a river to meet it's unfortunate sodden fate.
The silver paint, the new car smell, the leather interior... It was love at first sight. I will never forget the first time I drove in that volvo. It was fast. Very fast. This was perhaps one of it's finest qualities.
And who could forget, the day that I nearly ran over drunken rapists in the name of justice? My beloved car came through for me that night, something I will never forget.
It was a good car. Faithful. Easy on the gas. An all around perfect example of what we can all strive to be in our own daily lives. Good bye, volvo. You are loved and Missed.
-Edward.
