Robert Mugabe, Osama Bin Laden, Michael Bolton. Three truly evil men, all of whom almighty Xenu hasn't yet seen fit to take from this earth and yet a few days ago, the fecker sent my fish Jeremy to the great fishbowl in the sky without a thought.
My friend Steve and I were joint custodians of Jeremy for many joyful months. Never once did he complain about having to be kept in a frying pan when we washed his bowl. Nor did he mind when we accidentally dropped the odd household item into his home.
Not one sign of jealousy did he show when we introduced him to his new brother, Superhans. In fact, he almost jumped out on to the floor such was his excitement at greeting his new bowlmate.
And now he's gone and Bolton's still banging out the hits.
I swear, it's times like these I start to doubt whether Xenu really did bring billions of people to Earth in spacecraft resembling Douglas DC-8 airliners, stacked them around volcanoes and detonated hydrogen bombs in the volcanoes.
Here's a picture of Jez from back in the good ol' days (with Steve in the background).
And here's a classy silhouette pic I took of Jeremy while he watched TV, oh how he loved the soaps.