Remembering Theland, always stole the toilet seats wherever he went, and took his pick of the coats from the cloakroom.
He always shoved his hand down the back of the couch looking for loose change, a true entrenpaneur.
He will be missed for, er, well, something, and going to the loo will be a more pleasant experience with him not around.
I hope his many sins are forgiven.
He tried to help others, his intentions were good.
Alas, The road to **** is paved with good intentions.
Rest well dear Theland your worries are no longer
Relevant, now you know, life is but a dream.