Best friend died yesterday.

My best friend David "Merkin" Rainville died yesterday. He was joyriding around seattle with his cousin, he was a passenger, and he wasnt wearing his seatbelt. they hit something (dont know all the details yet) and he flew through the winshield and landed on a fucking rock, cracking his head open and supposedly killing him instantly. He was one of the finest potheads I ever knew, and more importantly than that he was my drug buddy. Everything I've ever done he's done with me. he was only 16 years old, never bought an ounce or even half ounce. At least he went out like all of his friends predicted he would, having a good time. there was no way he couldve died i na not crazy way, so we all like to think he died with a smile on his face.
The point of this I guess is to tell everyone that life is so short, we have to live every moment like its our last ya know? cause it probably will be.

 

as far as we know he wasnt under the influence of anything, just ridin around havin fun. His cousin is in critical condition, he wore his seatbelt. When the rest of the family (as in our closer than blood family) gets back from california after thanksgiving we're going to hold a memorial party for him like he wanted. last st patricks day he said if he died he wouldnt want people to be sad, but to remember the good times we all had, and to have an irish pothead party in his honor, lol. So were gonna get a few ounces, irish whiskey, irish ale, irish food, irish music, and lots of irish drunken dancing in his honor. the day of his official funeral Myself and a few others aren't going to go but for 5 minutes or so, drop off some stuff to his casket that he acn take with him, then were gonna go into the parking lot and smoke up till its over. the one thing he said more than anything else he came out of his mouth was, "I'm so fucked up!", lol. people are going around his school saying various trash talk about him, about how him and his cousin were "on something", and other stuff that we don't find appreciated, but it'll stop because the school is gonna know tomorrow hat there wont be any of that shit otherwise they have to deal with a mourning damn dirty ape hopped up on adrenalin and weed.
He actually turned me on to grasscity when I was a senior in high school, but i dont remember him ever posting more than a few times, dont even remember his screen name...

 

The funeral is in 3 hours roughly. im a paulbearer, great honor, gonna go write something up for saying a few words in his name if it's allowed. peace out homies

 

just waking up now. The funeral was the hardest thing ive ever gone through in my life. ive never cried more in all the 18 years of my life then i did yesterday. after the grave digger lowered the casket into the grave me and 4 more of his best friends didnt want some random guy to bury him, you have to bury your own, its tradition. so the 5 of us all got shovels and buried the casket together.
then we went and got an 8th of really good shit and the 5 of us went back up to his grave site (it was fucking dark out by then) and sat around it and smoked with him 1 last high for merkin. we know he was watching us too at the time cause the whole evening happened exactly as if he had planned it out and was unleashing his "master plan" throughout our smoking.