I have the dead faces of my closest friends’ tattooed below my belly button so don’t act surprised that some people have enough maturity to properly memorialize their loved ones. In one friend’s case he was smashed by an elephant that was jealous that it’s elephant skank of a wife was feeling my boy. And because my boy is fly and a total thirst trap to all women, he got to have his head smashed by a sorry ass elephant whom allegedly can’t even get it up. So in that case I had to get a tattoo of the facial reconstruction they did. Didn’t look like my friend at all (and at the end of the day it wasn’t, instead a mix-up) and really unnerved me but I still tatted the motherfucker on me out of respect. I mean this reconstruction would give you nightmares but I actually give a damn so I don’t mind.