I'm 60, and this has fuck-all to do with jabs.

Relatives, friends and relatives of friends die and leave but memories that are only cherished once they are gone.

I didn't know you well, John, until we spent 10 hours on a sailboat together with a couple other shit-heads. Your daughter was right. You couldn't hold your booze and couldn't play poker worth a damn.

I'm going to miss your friendship and your cash. Smooth sailing, my friend.