Descanza en paz, Kesh.

Today I discovered, via social media no less, that the lovely guy who ran the local bar and restaurant died 4 days ago. He had been ill for a while but seemed to be on the mend, coming in to check on standards at the business regularly - he was a stickler for detail and hated it when the staff left rubbish or unwashed glasses lying around. Walked up there to verify the news, and the first thing I noticed was that the floor was filthy and covered in dusty footprints. He would have hated that. I wanted to say something to  the staff but bit my tongue. I'm sure he's now happily pulling pints and chatting with friends on a higher (and cleaner) astral plane.