And then he just started all speakin’ in tongues and we didn’t know what the hell was goin’ on. Well anyway, about halfway through this Matt just stopped fucking him and the director was yelling ‘Cut, Cut, Cut!’ over and over and Manchild just eventually stood up and stormed off the set shouting, ‘Call my agent! Talk to my fucking agent!’ And later that day, sure enough, John Chipsterson, the film’s director, was run over and killed by a potato chip truck on the back lot of the studio. No foolin’. That’s what kind of guy Manchild was. He cared about people. Oh Manchild… He was always doing crazy shit like that. God we loved him. What time is it?”

Meriweather is survived by his pet pug, Orlando, to whom his entire estate was willed, as well as his two prized koi – Bert and Ernie. In lieu of flowers, Orlando the pug asks that you make donations out to the Democratic Party - Meriweather’s favorite charity.

Meriweather’s memorial service will be held later this week at Chuck E. Cheese in North Hollywood. Attendees are asked to park in the rear.