Iggy's Ashes.

Today, Iggy's ashes were scattered.
Of all places - the Ace Cafe.

We planted a tree,
drained a bottle of Jack and dropped a smoke.

Fly high, you crazy fucker.

You can walk again and ride bikes better than me.

Fly High, Igster.

A friend of mine has died.

Fly high, Iggy.

Your legs will work and you can now ride bikes again.