Thank you, Undertaker.
For the 20 years I’ve been alive, and then even before, he’s brought so much joy to the world of WWE.
He’s brought so much joy to me.
He was my first real brush with “the dark side” as a child. I remember watching Undertaker wrestle and being like “he is for me. This one is mine”.
I wanted to be on the dark side.
And now, as an adult, I still get an exhilarating thrill watching him. Every toll of the bells. Every lightning strike. Every thunder clap. His silhouette. His aura. His everything. I still watch him with a sense of childlike adoration and wonder.
The dead will always rise again.
But until then... Farewell, Undertaker.




















