“Hirsch was a good friend. I remember one time we robbed this liquor store and he ran over a dog. He cried for two days over that dog! Anyways, he will be missed by so many of us that got left behind.
He was a witness to our lives (not many of those left). So there’s one less person on this Earth who knows our name or remembers our childhood, who shared in each moment as it passed.
You know, they say we die twice – once when the breath leaves our body and once when the last person we know says our name. And then, Hirsch’s life will be forgotten like all the other poor fucks that ever had the glory of living.
– Val, Stand Up Guys, 2012