Well. I’m late. I unfortunately never got to meet God, but if you could somehow make Offtopic happy, you must have been a true legend. [b][i][u] 'Tis the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone; No flower of her kindred, No rosebud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter.[/u][/i][/b]