In memoriam: Chad the beer stein

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Chad: 1993-2002

Tragically, on April 17, 2002, my beloved beer stein, Chad, fell from my grasp and broke into several pieces on the floor of my kitchen.

Chad was a strong, imposing piece of glassware, with a sturdy, dependable handle. My main regret is having let Chad go over the past few months. He deserved better, and I hope his spirit can forgive my neglect.

Chad proudly bore the logo of the Canadian Amateur Hockey Association. He was given to me (along with many other pieces of glass- and tableware) by my aunt when I was a starving student. He saw me through many a good time, and consoled me over many a tear, many a heartbreak.

Chad suffered a great loss last fall when he lost his twin brother, Chip. He was never the same; this loss weakened him, thus rendering him fragile and less resilient. In the past, whenever Chad would suffer a mishap, he would remain intact. But time had obviously taken its toll.

He will be missed. :frowning:

Funeral services to be held Saturday, April 20, 11 AM, on the 17th floor of my building, at the garbage chute. In lieu of flowers, I request donations be sent to the “Buy scott evil a new beer stein” fund.

  • s.e.
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My condolences on your loss. :frowning:

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'Tis truly sad to lose a beloved piece of glassware, particularly if it held your beer.

He didn’t have beer in him at the time, did he? That would be really sad.

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Luckily, no. That would have been a double tragedy.

  • s.e.
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I would post, but I’m holding a silent vigil in Chad’s memory. I’m going to get up and hug my steins when we’re done.

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Say, UncleBill…you quit drinking didn’t you? You don’t need all those steins anymore, do you? nudge, nudge

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I just got a large rootbeer mug that doubles as a beer stein, from my grandmothers estate sale(Grandma is still with us) After I finish posting here I will go open my last bottle of Sam Adams and inaugurate the glass. Here’s to you Chad!

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True, but they hold dear memories, Ferrous. Like the BIG BOY I stole from a nightclub in London in 1987. The beers were 5 pounds, I feel I paid for it over the course of the evening. Or the glass one from Mug Club #1 in Buffalo, or the ceramic one from Mug Club #3 in Savannah. Mine from the current club still hangs on it’s hook at the Titanic Brewery. I drink Coke from it about once a week.