In Memory of Kuz
We gather to remember Kuz, a man who left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and weak in frame, he resided in a pod, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was fake and manipulative.
Of Sephardi descent, Kuz cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting gooning.
He was a "person" of deceit, quiet but loud. He bore lies that many found hard to ignore, greedy, unapologetic, and the unfiltered Talmud he carried in every aspect of his life.
Unfortunnetly, Kuz didn't die. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that should have been brought to him on that moment for his crimes.
Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with dishonesty, LARP, cultural ignorance and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself.
Rest in piss, Kuz.
You aren't missed. Nobody likes you.