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Frank Cotolo
November 11, 2021 |
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I stand here tonight as I stood here this afternoon, though there are a few different faces in the
pews. This afternoon I had a few words to say about my friend, the ill-fated Westmore Underling.
I would like to make some more statements about him, as I knew him well and some of you were not
here to listen to what I said this afternoon. If you were here this afternoon and heard what I
said then, please do not leave. I promise there is new material in this expanded obituary.
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You knew him as Mr. Underling, mostly because he did not like to be called what his few closest
friends and I liked to call him. To some of us he was Wessy and to others he was Westmore The
Westless, Willy Dilly Bopenstein, Wezz The Pezz, Piffanbuff Stank, U-Boat, Cranky Stinkmeyer,
W.W. Upbeat and a whole many more. Want to hear the others? No? Then I will tell you that I
speak for all of them since those other few closest friends could not be here tonight, as they
each have entrants in the semi-finals of the city's pet turtle racing championship. Yes, the same
event that did not allow any of you to drive here via Starkling Street, because it is closed for
the event.
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So, let me just call West, Wes, and tell you a bit about him.
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Wes was born with a disease or two. When his mother first saw her newborn, the doctor told her to
love him with all her might, because he would probably not live more than two hours, no less the
night. But he did. In fact, he lived another fifty-six years. Had he not, he would never have
met Paddy. She, too, loved Wes with all of her might, even though their family doctor wanted Wes
to die so he could marry Paddy.
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