Thank you to all who expressed love, sympathy, and condolences. I’m deeply moved and overwhelmed by the tremendous outpouring of emotion and kindness from everyone who loved Magoo. And let’s face it, to meet Magoo was to love Magoo so that’s a LOT of people! I want to reply to everyone individually, but it will take some time. Meanwhile, I thought I’d post something from Magoo’s GoFundMe page, which has been of tremendous relief to us in recent months, and continues to help. Thank you a million times over for your generosity and kindness.
It has been over a week since my reason for living left his mortal shell and moved on to a higher plane of existence. We were together for 12 years and were married for almost 10 years. Every day of our relationship was a miracle. We used to say we were “made for each other,” and those who knew us best, know this is true. Our 10th wedding anniversary would have been on June 27th. We didn’t make it to June, but we did make it to our 12th “date-a-versary” on May 4th.
Without fail, Magoo made me laugh every day that we were together. The day before he left this world, he sang a little tune in his hospital bed. He went on and on and on, incessantly singing some little jingle until I started cracking up. “What is that?” I asked. He smiled and said, “it’s the jingle from my childhood ice cream truck.” He proceeded to remind his dad, who was also in the room, that the ice cream truck driver was named Archie. Magoo then continued to sing the funny jingle because he knew it’d make us laugh. That was Magoo. If he knew something would make you chuckle, he’d immediately add to his arsenal of silliness.
When he’d get home from work, he’d shout “Hey baby!” and plant a kiss on my lips. He’d then say something like, “Woggity woggity woo! I love a girl who looks just like you!” I’d pretend to be hurt and respond, “Oh yeah? Who is she?!” He’d smirk and say, “You!” I’d then say, “What a coinkydink! I love a guy who looks just like YOU!” He’d scowl and say, “Who?” And I’d say, “You!” Then, we’d both shout “YAY!” and smooch a whole lot as Krispy gamboled around us.
That was our relationship - silly, fun, sweet, and full of love. Pure, real, and true.
I miss him so much. While my heart knows he’s in a much better place, my brain can’t accept that he’s left the mortal world. Our hearts were completely entwined by a beautiful rosebush, and now it feels like half of the rosebush has been torn away, the thorns leaving deep, bloody gashes in my heart. I know he’s happy, and I know he’s bringing happiness to others, but I can’t think of him or anything associated with him without crying, or sometimes laughing and crying at the same time. Every distraction just causes my mind to wander back to him as I remember what it felt like to be in his arms, to hear his laugh, to sing “Rockaway Beach” together. I wish I could say the deep gashes in my heart will heal. I wish I could say that I know it will get better, but I know that it won’t. Not really. He is my other half. We understood each other in ways that nobody else in this world will ever fully comprehend. He was the One I was meant to find.
Magoo wanted me to feel joy. That was his wish for the rest of my life. I promise I will try, my love. And I find joy in this…About a week and a half or so before he passed from this world, he told me something. He had accepted his fate, though I begged him to please stay with me. With great confidence and tranquility, he looked into my watery eyes and said, “Don’t worry. I know where I’m going and I’ll find you when you get there.” The calm conviction with which he spoke those words was transmitted to me, and my tears of sorrow slowed, replaced by tears of acceptance and love.
There is joy in my sadness as I mark off time, knowing that one day we’ll be reunited. I’ll be patient. I’ll wait. I do not fear the end, for it is only the beginning. “Together.. Forever again!”
Thanks to everyone who has contributed to this campaign, the goal has been reached. I had no idea going in how this was going to work or even what number to pick. I was scared and unable to work any longer and very concerned about my diagnosis. Facebook was a fun thing to fool with and see what people were up to, and of course for years Shilling Shockers has been a great time but I had no idea of the impact of these to come together and help me stay financially afloat. The kindness shown here has been eye opening and restored faith in a very deep way. Thanks to all! You mean the world to me!
Looks like this hospital visit might be near over and by golly am I looking forward to going home. Thanks for all the great birthday wishes and get wells too. It makes such an impact, I hope you know how special each one of you are to me. Thanks again!
Well it was a harrowing half a month in the hospital due to having my gall bladder make a hasty departure, I am home at last and regaining my strength bit by bit. I got down to my old fighting weight, Bantam weight but I am better off as a middleweight so I need to regain some weight but it all has be done gently, small sips and tiny bites. Thank you to everyone, especially the great folks and socks of the Vortexx, who have done so much to help my campaign. I wish I could thank each and every one of you magnificent human beings and spooky friends but until I can, all I can say for now is, Thank You, Thank You, Thank You!!!
It's been a long but busy week here in the hospital. I've been tested, re-tested, decongested, and highly requested by everyone who is concerned by my situation. I just lack the stamina to than everyone to thank you to all who keeping adding to the bucket of love. While I am hospitalized, maybe another week or so, just know that your support really does carry me through all these obstacles but I just am not up for phone calls or correspondence. It is too exhausting. But I think of everyone out there cheering me on and it helps immensely. I am going to beat this thing if I can get enough rest. So I'll be over and out til I feel better. Thanks again for rooting for me!
So all through the week and especially last night while The Vortexx aired Penny Dreadful's Shilling Shockers, pennies from heaven rained down upon me. I cannot give enough thanks to all those who reached deep into their pockets, denying themselves some pleasure for my benefit. It worries me that some folks might have gone a bit overboard and denied themselves some necessities too, especially my mysterious benefactor. I have so enjoyed having had the pleasure to say throughout the week that I have a mysterious benefactor. I've never had one of those before. If I ever even had a secret admirer, they were a wee but too secretive about it for me to ever surmise.
Kreepy Kastle and especially Sluggo Gonzales who came up with the idea and spearheaded the organization cannot begin to guess how much thanks and love and deep deep deep appreciation I have for them and all they have done. The outpouring of good wishes, high hopes, and the help the people in the horror host community and those wonderful people who enjoy what we do to keep the old traditions alive really came together last night. Tears of gratitude are rolling down my cheeks while I smile from the outpouring of love that flooded the internet last night. I hope everyone enjoyed hearing Bela Lugosi proclaim his name to be Doctor Paul Carruthers in The Devil Bat. That is my favourite line in that movie, gets me every time. I know The Cabinet of Doctor Caligari enthralled all the insomniacs who got to watch a sleepwalker roam through the German Expressionist background. What a great film. I wish I could have stayed online to watch it but I couldn't keep my eyes open and that makes it quite impossible to watch a film. I got ninety-nine problems but insomnia ain't one.
But I digress. What I meant to say was this:
Thank you all so very much.
Thank you, Thank You, THANK YOU!
You are all a miracle to me.
Thank you, Anonymous Donor, whoever you are for matching donations for the Vortexx special Shilling Shockers episodes tonight at 8PM EST on www.horrorhost.net
And thank you to everyone at the Vortexx. You all rock!
Since October 2012 I have been fighting for my life. Since last April I have been unable to work due to the pain and the strength it takes to fight it and cope with chemotherapy, and the side effects, and bone mets. My wife Danielle has been working two jobs but there are seasonal layoffs in her profession and we are struggling to make ends meet because, even though I am covered by Mass Health, Insurance doesn't cover all of the expenses incurred in this situation. We spend hundreds of dollars a month on alternative medical treatments that are vital to my recovery but not covered by insurance. If you can help with even a dollar towards this, you will be a crucial part of my recovery. Please feel free to do whatever you can, any amount will make a difference. For those who can lend alternate forms of support, please remember that laughter is the best medicine and I am as corny as they come. Laughter and your friendship is more valuable to me than all the gold in the world. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Dani, we are so grateful to you for sharing your moments with your beloved Magoo in the best and worst of times. Your posting/eulogy is eloquent, heart-rending, yet life affirming at the same time, as I'm sure Magoo would want (surely he's read it from beyond...we MUST believe in that for comfort). We've never met, so your descriptions of your loving exchanges with Magoo brings him and your incredible relationship to life for us.
We wish you strength. We know this is the most difficult thing to face.
Tom and Eileen
We were so sorry to hear about your loss. Remember the good times you had together. Keep making yourself laugh like you made us do so many times.
~Dan D, Dan R, Daniel S, Bessie, Erin, Josh, Patrick and Vanessa