His own son found him dead on the couch from a seizure after decades of alcohol abuse, he was 59 years old. We would all watch him go through the same exact cycle over and over again: he would be sober for a while and then he'd rationalize having one Bud Light while he mows the lawn. Then it would turn into two or three the next time, then he would finish the six pack. Then it would snowball from there to the point where he would drink so much that we would have to drive him to the hospital with the DTs. It would get to the point where he would drink so hard and not eat that he would literally turn psychotic from nutrient deficiency, one time he thought Obama was in the hospital room. He drank himself into the hospital FOUR TIMES, then he'd get out and get sober for a while, which was just pulling the bow back again.

The medics came and took him away while my cousin and my mom watched. The way my cousin described walking in on his dad dead is horrific, his hands all twisted and stiff like claws, foaming at the mouth and purple from the seizure, just an absolute horror show. We were all hanging out at my uncles house for the day, grieving, when I had a true moment of clarity when it comes to my own alcoholism. I opened up my uncles closet and saw what looked like 100 empty bottles of Bud Light hidden away, and know what my reaction was? Hysterical fucking laughter. It might seem insensitive, but it hit me like a ton of bricks. BUD LIGHT?? How fucking absurd, a death sponsored by bud fucking light. It was such an odd moment, I was carrying trash bag upon trash bag of empty bud lights out to the garbage, laughing my ass off, with my family bawling around me. That was a life changing moment for me. The hard juxtaposition of my uncles dead body and the 100 Bud Light bottles painted the entire picture for me in one single frame. It made me realize how pathetic my dance with alcohol has been, it's absolutely fucking absurd, throwing my time away for this fucking bullshit.

My uncle robbed himself of 30 years of life. He'll never mow his lawn on a nice summer day, or watch a good movie during a blizzard. He'll never play with his dog or go fishing again. He'll never see his son or daughter get married. Sponsored by Bud fucking Light.