When you lose a man on the streets, it's important to take the time to mourn. Who mourned the loudest today? One of our commenters.

When confronted with an unpleasant piece of news, commenter straight buggin was, well, straight buggin':

It goes without saying: Best wishes to you, Gabriel. I owe the Gawker that I know and cherish for its hilarity, precision, and intellectual, journalistic fuckery to you. As Kanye would say, drive slow, homie. <3

Foreal.