There was one mourner seen pouring out his grief as if there was no tomorrow.  Judging by his copious tears,  he certainly must have loved Brooks more that anyone else possibly could.   And yet, this man looked strangely familiar.

Could it possibly be?


Why it's a miracle!  Old Brooks himself, back among the living!


He was thrilled with this great fiesta being thrown in his honor with no expense spared...


... that is, until he found out it was all coming out of his last check!


Still this was a time for fellowship with family and friends!


"Finally, I get to do nothing all day but smoke fine cigars and gloat about how Reelfoot Lake is Sheryl's problem now!"


"If Brooks thinks he's gonna spend all his time smoking those smelly cigars and bragging about how he pawned Reelfoot Lake off on Sheryl, he's in for a rude awakening.  Welcome to the real world, dear!"

Best wishes , Brooks, in your new career as a big-time, big-money lawyer.  We'll miss your wit, wisdom, and tales of Reelfoot!


 P.S. And thanks to Steve Hill for the excellent photos!