Bloggystyle -- The Greatest

Recently a Wisconsinite in his 20s decided to hop in his car after a few (dozen) too many rounds, and he subsequently crashed and killed himself.

His friends figured there was only one way to honor the deceased: get totally fucking wasted.

Brian's father and stepmother, Ken and Donna Drea of Butler, were consoled by hundreds of people at his memorial service at a funeral home in Sheboygan. But they were troubled by the friends of Brian who showed up with booze on their breath.

"In between the viewing of the pictures and the memorial service, they were shuffling across the street to the corner bar," Donna said. And later that night, these friends threw a drinking party in his memory, she said.

Even some local bars got into the act, closing down a few hours in honor of the guy's memory.

"That makes me want to throw up," Ken said.

Like usual, the guy's friends said he didn't seem that drunk and that he "didn't have that many."

If that was the case, all I can say is the guy's tolerance is pretty fucking pathetic, because he killed himself with a .325 BAL, which puts a typical person somewhere between blackout and death. Even more incredible, some bitch got into his car as a passenger. Unfortunately she survived.

But not Bryan. And so I raise my glass. Here's one to you, big guy (no homo)