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When I was younger I would have debates with my friends over who, among all the cereal mascots, was the best. If one had to be crowned king of a fictional confectionary land, who would it be? My answer has always been Tony the Tiger. Admittedly, its not the easiest choice to back up, Tony wouldn't really have a chance against super powered spokesmen like Lucky, but I was playing favorites. Tony isn't like most mascots in that he's never been in opposition with children. Where Lucky is always running away from them, and the Trix rabbit is always chasing them down, Tony is just sorta hanging out.
I don't want to make Ravenscroft's death out to be bigger than it is, but this is what he meant to me. He was a voice in the background, the smile at the bottom of a cereal bowl, a reminder of who I once was. His voice conjures dusty basements and the rustling of wrapping paper. Mr. Ravenscroft was a friend I never met for more than 30 seconds, but who I will genuinely miss.
I don't want to make Ravenscroft's death out to be bigger than it is, but this is what he meant to me. He was a voice in the background, the smile at the bottom of a cereal bowl, a reminder of who I once was. His voice conjures dusty basements and the rustling of wrapping paper. Mr. Ravenscroft was a friend I never met for more than 30 seconds, but who I will genuinely miss.