A man who loved his beer and life has died. Well.

I like to tell Beer Molly that when I die I want my body thrown in the woods and all my friends to go out, get publicly drunk, obnoxious and arrested in my honor. Then I read the obit for a guy that recently dies in Wyoming. Among the gems in his send off:

“He was sadly deprived of his final wish, which was to be run over by a beer truck on the way to the liquor store to buy booze for a date…”

You can read the rest of the obit here.

Let’s all hope we die as well as this guy did.