Robert Knight is Dead

"The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long... and you have burned so very, very brightly."
HERE LIES:
Robert David Knight {1982 - 2006}
Beloved son and lover. (Though thankfully not to the same people)
Singer, songwriter, actor, dancer, make-up artist, props, lighting technician, third random from the left in your big night out photos. I was always there.
Sloppy drunk boy. Precisely elusive. Dreamer, gatherer, wanderer.
Former King of pV.
Master of disguise - wouldn't that be cool? Like Pistachio Disguisey.
Epitaph
Born into a small regional branch of a large Scottish family conglomorate, Robert David Knight was brought up in the bustling cosmopolitan city of Aberdeen, Scotland.
There he lived for all his years, scribbling ideas and concepts into his neon pink notepad until his untimely death.
At the funeral the following eulogy was read, handed down from his much-missed Grandfather as inheritance:
It was a summer's day in winter,
And the rain was snowing fast,
A bare-footed girl with shoes on,
Stood sitting on the grass,
Her father was a dairy maid,
Aboard a big steam boat,
He used to buy three tons of coal,
To feed McGulligan's goat,
McGulligan's goat grew very ill,
He died the week a'fore,
That's the end of my rare old tale,
I don't know anymore.
Bob currently resides in a small fishing village in Switzerland and is said to be making the first steps towards a fool [sic] recovery.
Oh, and thanks for all the flowers.
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