oh my darlin' oh my darlin' oh my daaaarlin' Clementine

Well, friends, it has happened. The ailments that began on Clem's outermost finny edges took over her soul, and she has passed into the beyond.* After recovering from a day or two of total inconsoleability, which is totally a word, I was able to find the strength to make a fitting memorial, worthy of Clem's status as a movie icon.

Behold, Clementine's last photo call (pre-grossifying illness):



But then, folks, I did some googling -- as we all do in moments like these -- and discovered that I really should include some kind of saying on her In Memoriam portrait. Many use the Bible, but mine is all the way over there on the bookshelf like ten feet from my desk, and that's just so far to walk, so I chose something equally important:


But this is when I realized I had chosen a quote that spoke only to her fishyness, and not to her own belief system, which was almost certainly Scientology. You know. As the stars do.

So I made a few modifications.


BUT THEN, dear readers, things started to feel a little ridiculous, so I settled on a final memorial more fitting the tone of this discussion.

If I may, I present. . . Clem's final remembrance:



You're doin' it right, Clem. Bon voyage, fishy!

Stephanie


*And by "the beyond" I mean the wild blue flusher.