"Now these are just silly." The man chuckled flipping a page. "Gee, I
really like this one... I live in this one...even if Frank does try all he can
to get rid of me...what a fink his character was."
"Excuse me sir, no calling people Finks in heaven" A voice came out of nowhere.
"He was just fictional; I loved Larry in real life." He said into thin air.
"Well in that care." The voice came again.
"Bet those guys at the 4077th, really did miss me, like they say in these stories. They really do have my character down...I sure do miss those guys." He thought solemnly of his friends, still left back in the world. And was elated that his fans, still remember his character after all these years.
"I love this writer, Trivette Lover Heather; she writes so much about me...aww she even says I'm her favorite character, what a sweetheart."
"Yes she is." Came the voice again.
He smiled. "She even has Radar...well Gary, write this book after MASH dedicated to me, the last chapter is tear jerker, let me tell ya....gee these authors think of it all...and the story Haze will break your heart...I still can't believe they killed me off, I didn't even see it coming...I mean why couldn't they make me get home safe...I would have liked that."
He grabbed another stack of papers and continued. "Hey will you say thank you to whomever it was who made these stories appear...I really am enjoying them."
No reply came.
"Ah the angels, so humble." He said to himself.
"Wish I could tell these authors, how much them keeping my character alive means to me."
"What would you say if you could?" The voice replied.
"I'd tell them, that I miss performing for them. That I missed making them smile and laugh. I enjoyed playing Henrys character so much, leaving may have been a hasty decision, but it was meant to be that way. Thank you for continuing the legacy of Blake through some of the stories, it truly is remarkable how you do it. I only wish I could perform for you once more, as the ever loveable Henry Blake..."
With a slight sniffle he continued on his reading, living through the authors pages, one by one. He pulled up a more comfortable cloud and retired for a light nap. Only to be awaken, looking forward to reading more and more...in some way, allowing him to continue to perform for us...till this day...
Rest in Peace McLean.
The End!
AN: I know this was a bit of a stretch, as Larry has also left us. The self promotion is sappy I know, just thought it would get a smile. This is the end of the real life...perhaps a twist on this may come later...
Take care and Please review...it helps me...help you – TLH ‡
"Excuse me sir, no calling people Finks in heaven" A voice came out of nowhere.
"He was just fictional; I loved Larry in real life." He said into thin air.
"Well in that care." The voice came again.
"Bet those guys at the 4077th, really did miss me, like they say in these stories. They really do have my character down...I sure do miss those guys." He thought solemnly of his friends, still left back in the world. And was elated that his fans, still remember his character after all these years.
"I love this writer, Trivette Lover Heather; she writes so much about me...aww she even says I'm her favorite character, what a sweetheart."
"Yes she is." Came the voice again.
He smiled. "She even has Radar...well Gary, write this book after MASH dedicated to me, the last chapter is tear jerker, let me tell ya....gee these authors think of it all...and the story Haze will break your heart...I still can't believe they killed me off, I didn't even see it coming...I mean why couldn't they make me get home safe...I would have liked that."
He grabbed another stack of papers and continued. "Hey will you say thank you to whomever it was who made these stories appear...I really am enjoying them."
No reply came.
"Ah the angels, so humble." He said to himself.
"Wish I could tell these authors, how much them keeping my character alive means to me."
"What would you say if you could?" The voice replied.
"I'd tell them, that I miss performing for them. That I missed making them smile and laugh. I enjoyed playing Henrys character so much, leaving may have been a hasty decision, but it was meant to be that way. Thank you for continuing the legacy of Blake through some of the stories, it truly is remarkable how you do it. I only wish I could perform for you once more, as the ever loveable Henry Blake..."
With a slight sniffle he continued on his reading, living through the authors pages, one by one. He pulled up a more comfortable cloud and retired for a light nap. Only to be awaken, looking forward to reading more and more...in some way, allowing him to continue to perform for us...till this day...
Rest in Peace McLean.
The End!
AN: I know this was a bit of a stretch, as Larry has also left us. The self promotion is sappy I know, just thought it would get a smile. This is the end of the real life...perhaps a twist on this may come later...
Take care and Please review...it helps me...help you – TLH ‡
