“And the Lord vomited people like Colter Wayne Hobbes out of his mouth and into Hell.  Amen.”  And so it was, my uncle was laid to rest.  My family, as you might assume, wasn’t too pleased with this conclusion.  Cousin Johnny nearly cleared the pulpit trying to get a hold of Reverend Sneed.  As rumor had it, my uncle had gotten a hold of Mrs. Sneed many times before; he’d always been a bit of a lady’s man.

Colter Wayne Hobbes