Anyway:
Most has-nice-things-to-say-about-other-members:
FuRgy!
BTW: here is my poem:
The Bent trees
Withered like the bones
Underneath the crooked gravestones.
Many a lost soul wonder at night
You can hear them, feel them
But They are not in sight.
The dead are everywhere
But you just don't know where
They stand or stare, but they are definitely out there.