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The gravestone was what came up for "lowtax gravestone" and I don't care enough to hunt down his actual gravestone
🪦 Deceased Richard "Lowtax" Kyanka - Deadbeat (emphasis on "Dead") founder of Something Awful, forced out of his own community, on his second divorce, stuck his dick in crazy, "Birth Giver"
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The gravestone was what came up for "lowtax gravestone" and I don't care enough to hunt down his actual gravestone
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There is something truly loathsome about a man who decides he’d rather kill himself than have to feed his children. Though I admit to enjoying his spiteful little screed at the end of his suicide note. He played his character to his very last breath.
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He did change the world in his own way, he taught us that 5.7x28mm can actually be lethal, color me shocked!
RacistNigga21
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And nothing of importance was lost unfortunately.
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I'm still here and you're not, who's the retarded baby now, Richard?
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I prefer to remember the better times:
Well, at least the less ... awful... times.
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I feel like I'm Baghdad Bob whenever I try to tell people how great Mangosteens are. They're so hard to find in decent shape in America, and I directly blame LowTax for this. May he rest in piss.
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Reminder that this is the likely fate of a lot of the internet old guard.
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Happy Death-a-versary, Lowtax.
I got you flowers for your grave again, but this year I dedicated them to all suicides instead of just you by name. I did write another eulogy.
Another year gone and you're still dead. I'm sorry you killed yourself! You really shouldn't have.
I suppose you have frustrated those people who entertained fantasies of killing you, impotent as those were, by doing the job for them. I suppose we all learned you died in the shower with the meme gun by your own hand this year. (Not a normal Clue solution.) We got to read your cringey little suicide note blaming your gf/wives for your suicide. How are your kids? You don't know. You're dead, you abandoned them in the most final way possible.
Maybe it'd gratify your poor soul to see Null rip your schtick and charge for user accounts. Make you feel like you did something right - you did, that is the one thing everyone in your thread agrees upon, that charging for user accounts on Something Awful was the one smart choice you EVER made.
Four years on of remembering your yahrzeit, and I come to a loss for words. You keep on being dead, and the rest of us move on. What a trainwreck you were at the end. What a trainwreck you were well into the middle. But it's all said and done now. That was your choice.
I may run out of things to say worth posting to Kiwi Farms about you. But I am actually sorry you died. You used to amuse me. I still want to honor what I used to admire about you even though I can't admire you any more. How to mourn such a difficult person? It is a quandary. You don't want to speak ill of the dead but I can't ignore how you became something awful.
Here's some rosemary. I stole it from the grocery store for you. And we have pansies, God knows you were one o' these. Here's fennel for you too, it's good with pork. And rue for me, and some for you too -- we may call it grace o' Sundays. Here's a daisy for your tranny illustrator. Maybe he'll wear it on his head for a bit. I would have chosen hyacinth since it symbolizes regret and forgiveness; but those are spring flowers and you were inconsiderate enough to die in November. Some mums will have to do, since you made your mum bury you.
If only a giant pile of out of season flowers from Ecuador could bring you back. But they're just a metaphor for your life. They get cut down before their time, they're put on display briefly, then when they start looking stale they rot in the garbage and maybe eventually turn into other things. Maybe they can even turn into faith? Or salvation for you? Goodness knows what they could become. This possibility is, I suppose, the hope of resurrection.
I still feel sorry for you Lowtax. You should not have died. It was a lonely and sad end. Maybe it felt that way, but you were wrong. Your life had value and you'd still be alive today if you hadn't killed yourself. So, happy death-a-versary, Rich. You shouldn't have.
Yours most sincerely,
STAN.
I suppose you have frustrated those people who entertained fantasies of killing you, impotent as those were, by doing the job for them. I suppose we all learned you died in the shower with the meme gun by your own hand this year. (Not a normal Clue solution.) We got to read your cringey little suicide note blaming your gf/wives for your suicide. How are your kids? You don't know. You're dead, you abandoned them in the most final way possible.
Maybe it'd gratify your poor soul to see Null rip your schtick and charge for user accounts. Make you feel like you did something right - you did, that is the one thing everyone in your thread agrees upon, that charging for user accounts on Something Awful was the one smart choice you EVER made.
Four years on of remembering your yahrzeit, and I come to a loss for words. You keep on being dead, and the rest of us move on. What a trainwreck you were at the end. What a trainwreck you were well into the middle. But it's all said and done now. That was your choice.
I may run out of things to say worth posting to Kiwi Farms about you. But I am actually sorry you died. You used to amuse me. I still want to honor what I used to admire about you even though I can't admire you any more. How to mourn such a difficult person? It is a quandary. You don't want to speak ill of the dead but I can't ignore how you became something awful.
Here's some rosemary. I stole it from the grocery store for you. And we have pansies, God knows you were one o' these. Here's fennel for you too, it's good with pork. And rue for me, and some for you too -- we may call it grace o' Sundays. Here's a daisy for your tranny illustrator. Maybe he'll wear it on his head for a bit. I would have chosen hyacinth since it symbolizes regret and forgiveness; but those are spring flowers and you were inconsiderate enough to die in November. Some mums will have to do, since you made your mum bury you.
If only a giant pile of out of season flowers from Ecuador could bring you back. But they're just a metaphor for your life. They get cut down before their time, they're put on display briefly, then when they start looking stale they rot in the garbage and maybe eventually turn into other things. Maybe they can even turn into faith? Or salvation for you? Goodness knows what they could become. This possibility is, I suppose, the hope of resurrection.
I still feel sorry for you Lowtax. You should not have died. It was a lonely and sad end. Maybe it felt that way, but you were wrong. Your life had value and you'd still be alive today if you hadn't killed yourself. So, happy death-a-versary, Rich. You shouldn't have.
Yours most sincerely,
STAN.
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I cried for Cobes, but no one cried for lowtax
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Cobes was a mentally ill manchild; Lowtax was a different sort of mentally ill manchild.
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Dearest Richard,
Because the thin-ness of your skin rivals that of a cetacean, I did eventually try an actual mangosteen fruit at some point in my life. I honestly do not think I'd ever have asked for one of them at any point in my existence because I don't care about stuff like that but because it pissed you off so much I decided to see what the fuss was about.
They are okay.
That said, I do recall that when I asked the lady at the Asian market about their selection of imported fruit it started a snowball effect that I don't think I ever actually noticed. I tried a weird foreign food that I had to go out of my way to get. And, because of that, the next time I went to that store at some point I bought more than just funny flavored ramen and that anime soda crap. I tried something else I'd never had before, and later on something else again just from a different store. In a roundabout way, eating that mangosteen just because it made the funny internet man BIG MAD made me more worldly.
But, they all still have to go back.
Yours truly,
Barry X. Williams
Because the thin-ness of your skin rivals that of a cetacean, I did eventually try an actual mangosteen fruit at some point in my life. I honestly do not think I'd ever have asked for one of them at any point in my existence because I don't care about stuff like that but because it pissed you off so much I decided to see what the fuss was about.
They are okay.
That said, I do recall that when I asked the lady at the Asian market about their selection of imported fruit it started a snowball effect that I don't think I ever actually noticed. I tried a weird foreign food that I had to go out of my way to get. And, because of that, the next time I went to that store at some point I bought more than just funny flavored ramen and that anime soda crap. I tried something else I'd never had before, and later on something else again just from a different store. In a roundabout way, eating that mangosteen just because it made the funny internet man BIG MAD made me more worldly.
But, they all still have to go back.
Yours truly,
Barry X. Williams
TrainWreckWatcher
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You know lowtax. If the woman takin all your money was so painful and annoying ,you coulda just ran off to Alaska and lived your life out as an alcoholic fisherman who gets paid in cash instead.
Instead you went the drama whore route.
Instead you went the drama whore route.
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Dear Lowtax,
You were a cunt.
You were a cunt.
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Dear Lowtax,
What he said. Cunt.
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I hope for Rich's sake hell is filled with overpriced pies, pills, alcohol and plenty of feet to be sniffed.
