Yosser fades away, Tragic, English Football: A Kick To The Head. Donation made to the study of narcissism.
    A drink was passed, but it was a case of mistaken identity. From the start the relationship was doomed. He wanted fire works in his face; Hollywood love, the type that does not exist. An Officer And A Gentleman kind. His favorite movie was Hitch...enough said.
    Yosser and Kitty met through a inexperienced bartender's mistake.
    He will be remembered for his tall tales, the Oedipus like love for his mum; the intense emotional attachment he found while looking at his image in the mirror.
    His brilliant way of casual dressing, will be missed if only for the giggles it produced and the excuse that would follow: "this is the British way"....
    Yosser's bedtime apparel, which consisted of a stained white t-shirt, blue super shine shorty shorts and a pair of black socks, will never (ever) be missed.
    If he is never seen again, it will save the cost of therapy for all of the legitimate romantics that could have fallen into his arrogant and seductive hands.
    Any disappointment felt will be directed towards positive energy. There is no use for the past and rarely is there a need to think about it.
    Surviving are a gentle behind grabbing father, a passive aggressive brother; a confused and self promoting sister in law; an older brother with sociopathic tendencies, but the only one with a pristine heart. Sadly, the adventurous and beautiful matriarch of the family has passed away.
    His infamous last words :I'm not happy and it's me or the cats...Everyone will be delighted to know that Kitty, and her veterinarian with their ever loving and patient cat's are very happy.