Jacob Cianfarani died on February 04, 1986,  at just over 10 pm. He was succeeded by two parents that nobody ever heard of nor will anyone remember. It was a hard death, complicated, requiring caesarean section.

While dying, Jacob learned how to walk, speak, read and write. He was good at learning, but never understood the subtle things. While growing up, Jacob learned that the world was not like him, that he was different. He stayed inside and didn't play with others because they hurt him too much. Jacob quickly  learned that people do whatever they please without regard for other people.society story and watched as the school time indoctrination of values would finally set Jacob free from his desire to live. It was a silly concept anyway. After all, individuals are meant to obey authority and to work all your waking hours in the pursuit of others. So Jacob obliged. On July 5th, 2003 Jacob once again died in the pursuit of self-sacrifice. He ignored the subtleties because subtleties hurt him more than real words, so he struggled and compensated with more words, hoping that others would see and appreciate his self-sacrifice and candle. Because of his ignorance, he missed out on many good things, such as getting married, having kids, and being a community leader. As his sickness took hold, his life was slowly stripped away from him, and the others continued to watch the progressive degeneration. Truly, there really was nothing that anyone could do. The pills only served to make him feel dead inside, and remind him of all the subtleties he missed out on... Like the unspoken dating he was put through. Or how others started to talk about him behind his back, sabotaging any chance he would have of recovery. Indeed, no one wanted to directly speak to Jacob about the subtleties of life, perhaps seeing him as a lost cause, and Jacob, being the man that he was just kept singing, supporting, encouraging,  asking thought-provoking questions, and supporting those that the system had deemed a lost cause. By the end of his life, he had spent all of his resources, all of his energy helping others that there was nothing left for himself. He had become the old man that he already felt like inside all of his life. His friends moved on, never asking why, and those around them gave advice that they should just live their lives and move on, because he was already dead anyway, even if he was still alive. Jacob's frustration lay in never getting the subtle things, and this led him to misread people's intent. Bit that didn't stop Jacob from being ejected like a used utensil from the mouth of society into the bin. Society had had enough of Jacob's frustration and they were not about to help him. 

The theme song for this eulogy is Marin 5 - Maps. It was the one song Jacob felt actually expressed his feelings, which were tragically stifled along the path of his degeneration. Of course, it was compounded by all the I divisible that actually did outright lie. Every word sticking like a bullet in his heart, proving to him that he really was dead inside. Like many before him, he was landlord the retard, even though his IQ was far above others, which, following in his genetic lineages footsteps, was no surprise. He never saw fun as something worth doing. He was just so dedicated to improving the lives of others. Jacob, before he died, said he felt like Tom Hanks in the movie Joe vs the Volcano. Sitting on nothing but the luggage he had acquired through life, the sun beat down as his water supply dwindled, making sure to leave some for his companion he thought had surely died since she hadn't woken up. a cruel iteration of groundhog day, the patterns repeat but few were the ones to see what Jacob saw, and few are the ones to be clothed in white as Jacob had been. It just never seemed the right time to change his clothes , and he needs the water for his darling,, he was saving it just for her when she would come back to him, to the land of the living, the land where he resided. In the meantime he tried to amuse himself with little things, hoping to find land in time to save his own life, or rather, to sacrifice it, for he had been told he was going to die for a long time by the doctors. A strange thing those brain clues are.. He sat and stared at the sky, with those flying oh so high above. He asked for help from them, but they couldn't hear him or wouldn't hear him, he wasn't sure which. They were too busy making money to hear his cries for help or too busy getting where they needed to go to listen and validate this man's concerns. This is when Jacob knew he was going to die, never be remembered by anyone, and the sands of time would wash away all traces of what once was. No do-overs, no second chances, just death. As he lay on his deathbed, with all the people walking by, he realised that he was alive, and that everyone else had died. Alone in the universe, he reached for the life support that was keeping him alive, and with one firm yank, the sum of all his remaining energy, he let nature take its course. For the third time, Jacob had died. His mother, the only one in the room, could not believe that her son had. She walked, holding on his lifeless and now cold corpse, breathing into him, screaming "breathe! Breathe god damn you!" Rocking back and forth she cried all night, and no one was there to hear her screams.. The doctor finally came in to pronounce the time of death. He eventually mustered up the courage to ask if they could do a postmortem, to determine the true cause of his death. Never again shall another person fall through the cracks, never again will we allow a tragedy like this to happen. Have I heard that before?We'd also like to mourn the death of that dear doctor, a person that too will fade away to the sands of time, not ever being remembered. They had a good life and well miss them. We believe that Jacob suffered from empathy for others, a sort of narcissism since he wrote his own eulogy and published it online. All for the best, he was a retard anyway and poor genetic stock for not feeling as we, the collective feel. May God save his soul for this selfish act. Had he waited, maybe we could've found a cure for him.As a parting theme song, as Jacob's last wish, he would like you to hear Tool-eulogy and Tim Minchens some people have it worse than I.