Michael Thor Harms.  You goofy horsey son of a gun.  You wore all black and stretched the colors of the rainbow.  Your contagious laugh and unlimited lisp pierced through our contained hearts.  This is our last dance together, and we are sad to say goodbye.  But before we part and make our last request, can we just hang out one more time?

Please help ourselves and contribute what you can to make this memorial special.  For Michael Thor Harms.