I could write it better than you ever felt it.
Rather than write who I am now, i'll write who I hope to be. Thus, my obituary.
Nicholas John Hancill. Born 1987 - Died ?
Nicholas Hancill died today at the age of 325 years young. He lived a modest life, with the only excess in it being his passion for the people and things he cared about. A surprisingly mature man in his youth, with a certain detatchment from his contemporary peers, Nicholas never fell prey to the lures of drugs or alcohol. His only vice being the weight of his own thoughts, and an inability to release them. A kind man with an unshakeable loyalty, Nicholas truly believed that 'the pen is mightier than the sword', and in his own words "while the sword may be sharp, a wit can cut deeper".
"Writer of the Year 2099" and also for the following 20 years, he spanned two decades with his mastery of philosophy, innane babble and an uncanny skill in perceiving a persons true nature. Those who knew him believe this gift to originate from within the depths of the sad, grey eyes infamously tied to him and his persona.
Being widely travelled, even as an infant, the world never lost its shine to Nicholas, relishing the opportunity to visit any place, at any point on the map and soaking up the culture around him. People, their mannarisms, and particularly the cuisine.
While never having any real aspiration for fame or stardom, Nicholas was never discontent with the perks being a professional writer afforded him. His thoughts and wisdom reaching and affecting people across the globe.
Later in life, Nicholas lived in the Far East, specifically China, Japan and Singapore, both to indulge in the culture, proverbial ideals and teachings they offered, but also to learn the languages and broaden his character.
So what became of this man in his autumn years?
Retiring at the age of 278 to the Greek Islands, he lived with his unknown beloved wife, whom has still to this day never been identified. The individual in question was first glimpsed with Hancill in 2012, coincidentally, the same year his first work was published and actress Angelina Jolie disappeared, never to be heard from again.
To his final breath, Nicholas had a pen in his hand, driven to finish his memoirs and letters to his close friend and relatives. In his last few days he said that "All the people I care about deserve to know why I think them exceptional, so that they can carry on being such."
An inspiration to many people and a true gentlemen in every respect, Hancill claimed that "Chivalry wasn't dead, it just had one too many and fell asleep infront of the TV."
He made it his job to wake it up.
Nicholas John Hancill.
Rest In Peace.
