Dedicated to Marc Wateura.
He will be missed.

Quotes from those who knew him below:

"Marc... Marc, Marc, what is there
to say about him? He lived, he died,
end of story. I think he cared deep
down, but he would rather have taken
his own life than admit to caring about
mother and I. ...Well, I guess I shouldn't
say that now. He is dead. ...Ah, still.
He could have been nicer."
-Ghislaine Wateure, 1993 [translated]. Sister.

"I'm sorry, who? ...Oh, yeah, that guy.
Marc. I wasn't really close with him or
anything. He seemed to have it out for me
though. Walked like his shit didn't stink.
I remember him sayin' somethin' about a sister
though. Hope she's dealing with it well."
-Jamie Hancock, 1994. Coworker.

"Damn, Marc is gone? That's fucked up.
I kinda missed his rants about America.
Not much, mind you, but the background
noise was nice. It was a riot when he first
landed in Texas. Dressed like he was still in
back home. Damn near had a heat stroke, heh.
...Dawn had to cut his shirts off and Lenny
ripped his sleeves off while Tom went and got
some water. I think that was one of the few days
at Milano where we cared about each other.
...Sleep easy, Marc."
-Fev Kyriakakis, 1994. Coworker.

Marc's other coworkers, such as Dawn
and Tom, declined to give interviews.
Marc will live on through memory.