rip mitch

You know they call corn-on-the-cob “corn-on-the-cob,” right? But that’s how it comes out of the ground, man. They should call that “corn”, and they should call every other version “corn-off-the-cob.” It’s not like if you cut off my arm you would call my arm “Mitch”, but then reattach it and call it “Mitch-all-together.”
—  Mitch Hedberg

During Asking Alexandria’s set, the lights went down, Ben Bruce walked to the microphone and said “We are so upset that Suicide Silence could not share this stage with us tonight, so, we would like to let Mitch perform on this stage one last time.” The lights went back up, and they all left the stage, and they played You Only Live Once on the speakers….the crowd sung along at the top of their lungs, no one moshed, they just sang. I sobbed and sang at the top of my lungs….my makeup smearing my face and my headache pounding, but I sung for Mitch, I sung for my hero. This was the most touching moment, and I swore I could see him on that stage, screaming and stomping. A part of me, even after this past month still expected me to see him there, and I did, I really did. He was on that stage that night, singing to us, and when the song ended I could see him smile, the most beautiful smile.

RIP Mitch, and thank you, for the concert of a life time.