I take from things all around me all the time. I take and I take and I take. I never seem to give. I’m just not that way. Ambrose is, however. He’s a giver. Always has been. Always will be. I have to think of the perfect painting to pair his death with—something grand in design, but tasteful in execution. Something that will make people marvel at his demise and think to themselves, “What a beautiful young man. What a glorious way for things to end.”
