In this sorry world we have,
few try to make it better.
You did it by not following the
spirit of law,
but choosing sometimes
to follow the letter.
Your unwavering honesty
and living your own truth
helped build the reputation you had
of being perfectly uncouth.
You were giving, loving,
calling everyone to stay in touch.
Your pranks will live on,
but I must admit that
they could sometimes be too much.
From cooking to drinking to
all your social charms,
from tanning beds to dancing
to hilariously rude alarms,
everything about you is now missing
in our lives -
whether stealing tens from grandma
or giving nieces and nephews fives.
Your brightly glowing freedom
and unbridled care for all
should follow you and serve you well
along this last and lonely hall.

No more rhyming. I love you, little brother.
And I miss you terribly.