He may be gone, but his Steam account is still online, status: “Away.”

Rest in peace, Dull Fool. We never got to see you at your fullest, but we did appreciate your dullest to no end. May your respawn timer be short, your ping low, and your snacks eternal.

His passing was tragic, yet somehow inevitable. Some say it was the excessive energy drinks. Others say it was when he tried to “upgrade his pacemaker’s firmware manually.” All we know is that he went out the way he lived, surrounded by RGB lights, Bluetooth devices he couldn’t pair, and a faint smell of burnt ramen.

We’ll never forget him. His legacy lives on in every rage compilation, every cursed meme folder, every questionable Google search that starts with “can you eat…”

He claimed to have invented the concept of “breakfast lasagna,” which was just three Pop-Tarts stacked with ketchup in between. He said it gave him “protein powers.” It did not.

Ezekiel loved his family. He showed it by sending them unsolicited memes at 3 a.m. and calling every birthday “Patch Day.” When asked how old he was turning, he’d say, “Old enough to unlock the Battle Pass of Life.” When he sneezed, it sounded like a Minecraft ghast. When he fell asleep, it was usually mid-sentence, mid-snack, or mid-scream.

Ezekiel spent most of his days gaming, but not like the rest of us. He played the real classics: Goat Simulator, Club Penguin Rewritten, and that one obscure fishing game that came free with his printer. He would stare at the screen for hours, muttering phrases like “they buffed the trout again” or “fishing is political now.”

Outside of gaming, he lived a simple life. His diet consisted mostly of off-brand cereal, Monster Energy, and whatever expired food he found in the “discount bin of destiny” at Walmart.

Dull Fool, aka My Grandpa Exploded, aka Asshair Gaming, aka Ezekiel “Femboy” Jones, was a good man. He lived a joyful and happy life, always with a smile on his face and a gamer dent in his skull. His skull was, in many ways, a topographical map of his life, each groove a memory, each dent a headbutt to the desk after a failed Terraria boss fight.

He wasn’t perfect. No man is. He once microwaved a fork because he thought it would “charge it with lightning powers.” He believed HDMI stood for “Hot Dog Management Interface.” But damn it, he was our idiot.