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Some of you may recall my making occasional mention of the accountant in our office - the guy who resembled a month-dead Santa Claus, who chewed with his mouth open so hard that he'd sweat, and had a penchant for afternoon naps.

He was also my biggest advocate in terms of getting the boss to listen, and had a kind word for everyone. He didn't teach me the Sooper Seekrit Masonic Handshake, but I can at least pick up on the catchphrases should I happen across them. Maybe.

Herb died Sunday, apparently of sleep apnea. Getting another accountant is one thing, replacing a jolly fat man is harder.

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