I have a new hero, and his name is George T. Bradway.

Mr. Bradway came across my desk Sunday night, for today’s newspaper. In my line of work, I read a lot of obituaries, and his provided a (respectful) chuckle.

Many of those obits include a picture of the decedent. Mr. Bradway’s features him in a dour expression with his eyes swimming behind large-framed glasses. Perched on his head is a rumpled hat emblazoning the words “DRINK NAKED” in bold, uppercase letters.

Did I mention Mr. Bradway passed away at the tender age of 87?

Hats on to Mr. Bradway. I hope he’s enjoying a good rest in the Hereafter, playing cards and bingo and going to the dog track.