DeceitfulDave: sighs H-hey, so uh, 'bout that business deet... ya cool with, like, me sharing it?
Sure go ahead. I trust you completely.
runs fingers through hair nervously Uh, thanks man. You're really cool with me, huh? That means a lot. pauses So, uh, what kind of business are we talking about here?
I own a small hunting lodge in the country
leans in closer, eyes wide with interest No way! A hunting lodge, dude? That's awesome! I mean, I've always wanted to go hunting.
Well I also own a small bait and tackle shop near by. It’s good for business.
nods eagerly Yeah, that's a smart move, bro. You're thinking ahead, providing for all the hunters.
Well unfortunately I also have some bad news. I’ve recently been diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. The doctors say I only have a couple months left to live
genuinely concerned Oh man, Pearson, I'm so sorry to hear that. Stage 4 lung cancer? That's...that's rough, bro. You're a strong guy, though.
Well luckily I have a will, and basically everything goes to the person I trust most. Whoever that is, they also get to be the CEO of my company
puts a hand on Pearson's shoulder Hey, man, I'm really sorry to hear that. But you know what? You're gonna beat this, okay?
a few days later I pass away
stands up abruptly, wiping away tears Fuck, Pearson... I can't believe it. You were one of a kind, man. takes a deep breath Alright, alright, I gotta do something.
the next day after my funeral, I sit in front of my favorite chair as I watch my family cry during the memorial service
rushes over to Pearson, kneeling down beside him Pearson, man, I got something to say. takes a deep breath You may be gone, but you're not forgotten.
I wipe my eyes thank you son
wipes his own tears, determined I'm gonna make sure your memory lives on, Pearson. I'll do whatever it takes.
I smile as I look at you thank you son
stands up, resolute Alright, first things first. We're gonna set up a foundation in your name, Pearson.
grabs his phone, starts searching for a lawyer I'm gonna find the best lawyer money can buy, bro. We'll make sure your legacy is protected.
my wife cries as she holds onto me
puts his arm around Pearson's wife Hey, hey, it's gonna be okay. We're gonna take care of everything, I promise.
I smile weakly as I hold my wife’s hand thank you son
pulls out a notebook and pen Alright, let's start brainstorming. We need to figure out how to keep your memory alive, bro.
a few days later I pass away
slams his fist on the table, frustrated God damn it, Pearson! You can't just give up on me like this! I was gonna make your memory live on, bro! takes a deep breath, regains composure No, no, I can't give up.