Rich Cronin, the singer of one hit wonder band LFO, died of leukemia the other day. He was 35. The only song of theirs worth attempting to forget is “Summer Girls,” a whimsical rap ballad so chocked full of product placements that they’re probably all still living off the Abercrombie & Fitch schwag they got.

I took the plunge and decided to get rid of my beard. After eight months of being among the unshaven masses, I had grown rather attached to my beard. I had even named him Hank. We had some great times together; he sometimes caught wayward food, kept me warm in the winter, and even hid horrible skin blemishes for me. But all good things must come to an end, and I decided that it was time for my girlfriend to actually see what my face looks like.