Ashley Morris April 3, 2008
Posted by The Typist in 504, cryptical envelopment, Dancing Bear, New Orleans, Odds&Sods, We Are Not OK.Tags: 504, Ashley Morris, blogger, dead, death, father, friend, fuckmook, mime, musician, New Orleans, NOLA, R.I.P, writer
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UPDATE: Click here to donate to the Ashley Morris Memorial Fund to help out Hanna and the kids.
Update 03-21-10: This post seems to be getting a lot of hits, so when you’re done reading the links eulogizing Ashley Morris, stop by this post to read about the character based on Ashley, played by John Goodman, who will be featured in David Simon’s Treme.
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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
It is not right that the fuckmooks should live and Ashley should not. There is no person alive who loved this city more than he. No one.
He leaves behind his wife Hana and three small children: Katerina, Anabel, and Rey d’Orleans.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
More later. here and here and here and here and here.
Ray was one of Ashley’s closest friends here. By all means read his memorial.
And this:
Another update: Ashley, you glorious mofo, you have two-and-a-half times the hits Al Copeland got when I wrote about his passing.
More Here: Never Let The Fire Go Out
Update 6-14-10: Interesting. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” was the text message I sent two people last night just as the Treme charcter Creighton parks his car down by the river. Just for the record: Creighton Burnette is a composite of several people who were the basis for creating a fictional character. While FYYFF and the series opening rant were pure Ashley Morris, it would be a mistake to conflate the man with the fictional character. For more on the Creighton character, visit the Back of Town blog.
or at these independent New Orleans bookstores:
Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans 
Hey Sad Toulouse,
Yer’ another one-0-dem nolabloggers like Ashley…my broken heart goes out to’yaz…y’all not only inspired me to do the Ladder, but showed me how with your own killer blogs, chiefly the big guy up there…(not that I paid much attention don’t’cha know:)…I can’t even see the key board…
…and the band plays on…
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Very stunned and saddened at Ashley’s passing. His life was too short. He could rant like no one else.
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If you meant to leave the backdoor, profane link to what was the best damn blog on the face of the planet (certainly after Wet Bank Guide went on hiatus!), there’s no final ‘s’, just the singular form of the word. (Is that editor job still open?)
It is actually conceivable that I might be in that picture, though I believe I would have been off to the side of where the camera was, thus out of range. Now that would have been a piece of NOLA immortailty!
Finally, what shall I do the next time I run across a piece of fuckmookery so egreqious that it must be smacked down at once? That’s not really your department…
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“Ashley, you glorious mofo, you have two-and-a-half times the hits Al Copeland got when I wrote about his passing.”
It would be criminal if he DIDN’T get that many hits.
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