You will always be fond of spam. Spam represents to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.
Those who find ugly meanings in spam are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in spam are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Spam. There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral spam. Spam are well spammed, or badly spammed. That is all.
He was Raven, plain Raven, on NUF, spamming relentlessly. He was Black Sun-chan for me. He was the life giver on the Pub. But in my heart, he will always be Grandpa. Grandpa, I love you.