As we grieve this unthinkable tragedy, we take comfort in the knowledge that God has welcomed this beautiful pawnbroker into his comforting arms in heaven. We believe that.

Oh my god, I was trying to pull him off that cliff but he had a 19th century anvil in his other hand that was used to make horseshoes during the American Civil War. As my grip failed, his last words before falling into that river of lava were "I can do fifty bucks for this anvil, but no less. I've got a shop to run."