In Memoriam

This morning I finally laid to rest my beloved can of Edge Shaving Gel.  Purchased in the year 2000 (yes, you read that right), my frothing friend has traveled to Florida, Hawaii, Nevada, Arizona and even Mexico.  It had gently softened my beard on such momentous occasions as my first date with my [future] wife, our wedding and the birth of my first child.  For over 7 years it aided in crafting many different facial hair adornments from the soul patch to Abe Lincolns to one of those cheesy 70s pornstar/gay handlebar mustache dealies.  It's true, as one who neglects to shave often enough, I did not pay him the attention he deserved.  However, when called upon, he was always there for me with a quarter-sized portion of luxurious lubrication and fresh mountain scent until his last dying squirt breath this morning.

I bid thee farewell, my friend.