Prologue Part 2
June 8, 1998
This was visibly a sad day for all who knew me. The day that I would be buried 2 feet under the ground.
The day of my funeral. I saw as fans in my home town in Calgary watched my hearse go by. With
my physical self in it. I watched as flowers were thrown and tears were falling. Men, women,
teenagers, children. I saw it all. I saw all around the world. How my co-workers coped with my death.
How the fans did. Oh, and my family. 12 brothers and sisters. My children. Oje and Adrienne. My
wife, Annie. I still remember the first time I saw her. Were just teens then.
** flashback **
" Hey Owen! "
" Yea, Ryan? "
" I want you to meet someone. " Ryan, his best friend walked up to him with a beautiful young lady.
" Owen, this is Annie. "
" Hi, Annie. "
" Hi, Owen. "
**** She has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. ****
** end flashback **
And I maried her. She's the mother of my children. I love her with all my heart. I wish I could have one
more minute to say goodbye to her. To everyone. And my kids. How are they going to cope with this? To
grow up without their father? I know it'll be hardest on them to move on. I stayed and watched my
funeral take place. The flowers were beautiful. The ol' oak coffin was grand. The sky was baby blue.
That big and bright sun was shinin. The birds, chirping. It seemed too happy for such a sad event.
Many people had attented. Friends, wrestlers, co- workers. And right up front was my family. Mom,
dad, my wife, my kids, and my 12 brothers and sisters. You know, this accident tought me just
how short life can be. I mean, 2 weeks after my birthday. Sometimes I ask myself why I even
came down on that harness. But it was a typical procedure. I had done it before. Someone had
screwed up. But I guess God decided that it was my time to go. As I walked around, I could see
their souls. Their souls filled with sorrow. Then, the sky rumbled. It was God. God telling me I
have to go back home, again. So I vanished back to heaven. My home.
June 8, 1998
This was visibly a sad day for all who knew me. The day that I would be buried 2 feet under the ground.
The day of my funeral. I saw as fans in my home town in Calgary watched my hearse go by. With
my physical self in it. I watched as flowers were thrown and tears were falling. Men, women,
teenagers, children. I saw it all. I saw all around the world. How my co-workers coped with my death.
How the fans did. Oh, and my family. 12 brothers and sisters. My children. Oje and Adrienne. My
wife, Annie. I still remember the first time I saw her. Were just teens then.
** flashback **
" Hey Owen! "
" Yea, Ryan? "
" I want you to meet someone. " Ryan, his best friend walked up to him with a beautiful young lady.
" Owen, this is Annie. "
" Hi, Annie. "
" Hi, Owen. "
**** She has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. ****
** end flashback **
And I maried her. She's the mother of my children. I love her with all my heart. I wish I could have one
more minute to say goodbye to her. To everyone. And my kids. How are they going to cope with this? To
grow up without their father? I know it'll be hardest on them to move on. I stayed and watched my
funeral take place. The flowers were beautiful. The ol' oak coffin was grand. The sky was baby blue.
That big and bright sun was shinin. The birds, chirping. It seemed too happy for such a sad event.
Many people had attented. Friends, wrestlers, co- workers. And right up front was my family. Mom,
dad, my wife, my kids, and my 12 brothers and sisters. You know, this accident tought me just
how short life can be. I mean, 2 weeks after my birthday. Sometimes I ask myself why I even
came down on that harness. But it was a typical procedure. I had done it before. Someone had
screwed up. But I guess God decided that it was my time to go. As I walked around, I could see
their souls. Their souls filled with sorrow. Then, the sky rumbled. It was God. God telling me I
have to go back home, again. So I vanished back to heaven. My home.