Such words can only ever be a pale and bloodless imitation of the vital and the indescribable.
Such words, insufficient, futile, can only render the remarkable into the mundane.
Jack Black had it right - this is not the greatest song in the world. This is just a tribute.
Beastly is survived by the Jabberwocky, aka the Jibber. Jib is a bit dense, so he hasn't quite worked out what's happening yet, though today, his first ever entirely alone, he has been a bit odd. Time will pass, and the loss will become less acute for us both. In some ways, I dread that day. I hope the memory of my Beast remains as bright as he was himself.
Thanks to all who wished The Beast well during his many ailments and sent him healing energy; and to those who were forced to follow his exploits via my facebook and twitter feeds. Thanks to Steven C. Davis who offered to travel up country and look after him to allow me to go and play a gig - sadly, that help wasn't needed. Special thanks to lovely Jo (Crimson Clocks violinist/ oboist) for various acts of Beastly minding, including tablet administration, over the years. And thanks also to all the staff at Value Vets Kings Heath, who got to know the Beast quite well over the last few years, and put up with me mithering over his health with very good grace indeed.
You can see a video of the Beastly, in his later years but still very active, here.