Bob Ruthman, 92, died yesterday. Probably no one but his family and friends would have known that if it weren't for the fact that he was Andy Rooney's college roommate at Colgate in the '30's and Andy's life long friend.
He died at Andy's memorial service.
I know that is sad news, but I can't help thinking that by now Andy Rooney must have an office and a desk in the Kingdom of God and must be doing commentaries for the Heavenly Host.
I can just see him now, behind his desk, looking into the camera.
"Don't you just hate it when someone dies at your funeral?" He would say.
"Don't you think there are a few things left that are 'just for you'? Shouldn't that be true?"
Then he'd hold up his death certificate and say, "dying is a private thing. No one should horn in on your death by dying at your memorial service.
"Besides Bob and I shared a lot of things. It just doesn't seem right we'd have to share death as well. Bob deserved to die in a way that didn't get all over the internet. Thank God, and I mean that literally, we don't have internet here...."
Good-bye, Andy, I will sorely miss thee and the irony you brought to my world. And good-bye, Bob as well. Sorry you couldn't have a more private departure from this lovely sod.
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