As I was sitting here preparing for the anniversary of the birth of Our Lord, Jesus Christ, and drinking too much gin, and attempting to put into words my profound admiration for the new Tower Recordings mystical sound vessel while also listening to Coil's "Live Two" and thinking "I truly love Coil" and "I never thought I ever would or could," I stumbled across The Book of Condolences for Jhonn Balance, the first seven days of which were printed and burned with him at his funeral. It's actually quite beautiful, but then I'm personally sensitive to these kinds of sentimental tributes. There will truly never be another like him. Goodnight, lords and ladies.