It is with sadness that we announce the sudden passing of "Old Blackie". At approximately 5:30pm on Monday, June 8th, Old Blackie is believed to have spread his wings high and wide atop a transformer, thereby becoming a conduit for a gazillion volts of electricity.
"Mrs Old Blackie" witnessed the event and became extremely distraught, cawing loudly and wildly circling the accident scene. She has followed this up by confusedly dive-bombing passers-by, including the most benevolent Detective Swaney, himself.
Old Blackie's morning call for breakfast will be sorely missed by the Detective and also his tentative friend, "Old Whitey".
As Detective Swaney has been known to mutter, "he was a good ole boy."
The Crow Bar will never be quite the same.
