Just kidding. Kind of. 🙂
At approximately 09:43pm Eastern Linden Time last night, Baker Bloch suffered a fatal heart attack while locked inside his apartment room in the back of Gallery BOB. If one would have been observing from the outside, they might have concluded that he was frightened to death by the startling appearance of Head of Perch from behind the Edgar Artaud painting hanging within. Yes he died — reached The End. There was a definite pause in his Second Life existence. But slowly and surely the white nothingness that was the afterlife for him (“Hi Hucka D.!”) dissolved into new virtual surroundings. He awoke, if that’s the way to put it, at the recently established House of True Lies on the western edge of town. He had reached The End but it turned out to merely be this *West* End. There he was greeting to wakefulness by quite a collection of town characters old and new to him, including the also recently deceased Dana Scully and Fox Mulder.
“What’s going on?” he asked puppeteer Jim Henson, who stood nearest to him. Kermit the Frog, still by his side but with no strings attached now (and with the head of Cardboard Derek Jones!), replied in his familiar, nasal voice: “West End is the tale that wags the dog, Baker Bloch, just as it did before.” Baker then thought of the massive earthquake that recently rocked Collagesity, with the epicenter in its far western reaches. “That’s the tale!” he thought correctly, truthfully. The House of True Lies fully manifested around him.