The Saturday of a week and a half ago marked my company's annual golf tournament. Every year this is organised by our equipment manager, a 25-year veteran with the company. Though he normally plays, this year he simply toodled around the course in a golf cart, harassing the players in a friendly manner.
Merv has been dubbed 'The Mexican' around the office, due largely to his seemingly permanent tan along with the fact that the same country was a frequent vacation destination of his.
The middle of last week saw Wednesday come, and with it the sad news that Merv had died the previous day from injuries and complications after falling from his roof while at home alone.
Today marks the second co-worker's funeral I'll be attending in the span of four months.
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