It pains me deeply to announce the death of one of my favorite Onion Farmers,
@polonium
Those who didn't know him well or disliked him may have been tempted to say it was the monkeypox that took him, but this couldn't be further from the truth. Polonium was in a loving relationship with the same man for decades and he wasn't one to run around African gay-bars, throwing that ass back.
As fans of our resident gay squirrel knew, Polonium was a man of science. But just like his idol Jack Parsons, he secretly dabbled in the occult. The last we spoke, he was taking the preparatory steps to begin the Abramelin ritual, beginning by creating a golem using 'roo bones, dingo meat and spent tinnies of Veebs.
It's been speculated that a lack of ventilation combined with poor chemical storage lead to a deadly explosion in his laboratory. But witnesses camping at the nearby billabong swear that they saw a laughing squirrel in the glittery mushroom cloud that went up over his home, so it's my opinion that he completed his Great Work and is now a sentient poison cloud, slowly drifting to Florida to dump acid rain on the home of a certain pizza janny.
He is survived by his husband and nine corgis, all named Chauncey. He was taken from us too soon and will be missed