I first met Tony in 3rd grade. We both attended St. Barnabas grade school in Chicago.

In the morning, after roll call, the attendence sheets where placed outside each classes home room. Each week, two kids were chosen or volunteered to go around and collect all the sheets in the school and bring them to the front office. One day, both Tony and I were chosen.

So we’re walking through the halls collecting the sheets, he from one end, me from the other. Our hallway was in an “L” shape and we couldn’t see each other at opposite ends. So Tony starts making this bird call noise, softly, but loud enough that I could hear. I heard, and made the noise back. We could see where we were by doing this. It was fun and silly, and in hindsight, disruptive, rude, and childish (hell, we were in 3rd grade).

We finally meet at the corner of the “L” and we’re giggling about it and he says:

“What would you do if Sister Jeanine (our principal) heard us and was pissed?”

I said, “I’d probably shit my pants.”

Tony said, “Start shitting…”

As I turned to look behind me I felt that oh-so-evil nun ear-grab manuever as Sister Jeanine grabbed my lobe and Tony’s at the same time and dragged us to the Principal’s office for a stern reprimanding.

Needless to say, we were labeled as troublemakers and started our friendship.

I used to have a good friend named Tony.

He’s dead now, but his memories live on and I regale my non-dead friends with stories about Dead Tony on a regular basis.

One such friend suggested I create a web site so others can share stories about their dead friends. This is that site.

See, at the time that Dead Tony was alive, I had a few friends named Tony (who are not dead still). To differentiate between they living and the deceased, we just called him Dead Tony. It just worked out that way and seemed best at the time. So the name stuck. He was forever “Dead Tony”.

So anyway, enjoy my posts about Dead Tony, as I’m sure some will make you laugh, some will make you cry, and others will probably make you vomit because he was a sick fucker.