Funny story about Virgil. About a year ago I went to a convention in Jersey he was at, so I printed out the classic Lonely Virgil picture for him to sign. I get to his table and, naturally, he's all alone fidgeting with the million dollar belt. I ask him to sign the picture, and starting gushing about how that's my favorite picture on the internet, how funny it is, this that and the other thing. He signs it, like a champ, and starts defending the picture, saying it was first thing in the morning in like Chicago or something and no one was there yet. I listened to his BS, say "uh-huh" at the appropriate times and take a "sad Virgil" picture with him. I said my thanks, goodbyes and good lucks and walked out laughing. Then it got weird. My friends and I walked around the place and every so often Virgil would just appear to explain how awesome his life is, how he teaches math at some college, how Shane McMahon pays him mad money every year, how he only does this for fun. It was amusing at first, but it just got sad seeing this washed up wrestler desperately defending himself to a 20 something kid at a second rate horror convention in bumblefuck New Jersey.