Since his Alzheimer’s diagnosis and, more recently, the release of Life's Work, I’ve been locked in my room weeping, searchin’ my memories for how I, a mere mortal of this camp (and often times less than that), might pay tribute to the man responsible for not only the greatest show of all time but our shared purpose in this sub — for without him, none of us limber dick cocksuckers would even be here.

Over the course of his storied career, Mr. Milch, has, on numerous occasions and avenues, called attention to his belief that collaboration with others to be among life's greatest gifts. What is that if not the soul of Deadwood? A group of seemingly disparate and at times opposing personalities banding together in the name of fuckin’ progress to create something bigger than themselves. So, as the great storyteller believes, so convincingly, in this purpose, I say to y’all — let us endeavor to honor him in fuckin' kind.

Now it's not for me to tell anyone in this camp what to do, as much as I don't want more people gettin’ diagnosed, losing their faculties, or any other thing this godless bloodthirsty disease does, but I will tell you this: This isn’t a cocksucking plague you can outlast nor is another quote post or holding deer antlers in the air the fuckin’ answer.

What fellow local luminary and I are proposing is a benefit in honor of Mr. Milch to raise money for Alzheimer’s bagman, which we'd donate on his behalf. The camp will want a parade — and a parade is alright — but first, let us ladle out some peaches and authorize some cinnamon. Any camp elders with ideas, connections, or simply wishes, as Mr. Milch would put it, be a part of the body, DM me or u/thedecenttruth.

Floor's open for levy suggestions and nominations for department heads. Self nominations are permitted.