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I am sorry to say that on Nov 23, 2024 at the young age of 28, Joseph Multari has passed away peacefully in his sleep. While it was brief, we were friends in community college and I can say that he was the most intelligent and kindest person I've met while attending. After college, time went on and I briefly played Smite with him; it was like playing with a twin version of me, but we both went on with life and we didn't say in touch as much as I'd like. We were planning on meeting up with our group of friends for the holidays, but life is not fair. He was the rock of our group and I don't know how it will go on without him, but I think we'll be ok.
Thank you for sharing good memories with me.
I was going through ebay when I noticed a tarot card deck that looked a bit off. I inquired about its design by sending a message to the author, but he just responded asking me to “buy it already.” All I wanted was more information, but he just absolutely insisted on me purchasing it. I said screw it, maybe I can get more of a grip on the situation if I called his number which had 2 extra numbers on the end for some reason next to his bio that listed a “body count” of 30+. Anyways, he answered, and I was like “how did you make them?” but right before I could finish, he cut me off with a longer than normal “okaay.” Took me a second to recover before I went to ask again but he stopped me again to ask if I was “one of those.” I could hear a rising anger and guttural moan coming from my phone. I didn’t really know how to respond so I just hung up.