. . . you probably heard about the pepsi passing. Very sad. She died the way you'd think a vagrant or a bum would, with nobody she knew around her, in some weird out of state hospital (allegedly Fitchburg's hospital was to full)and no respect. The decision to pull the plug on her coma riddled body was done over the phone. Marcel wasn't even consulted. Her brothers are world class cock suckers. We were down in Savannah during the ordeal and couldn't make it back in time for the funeral. But I jotted down a lil' eulogy type thang' and timmy the houde trekked up there and read it nicely, starring into the eyes of the collective piece of shit family. There would have been many more/sharper barbs tossed out at her shitholed family if not fer Gina reminding me that Pepsi wouldn't have wanted to be mean. Maybe this isn't a rant as much as a dirge or a eulogy.

Pauline "Pepsi" Lefbrve had a difficult life filled with illness, neglect and pain, yet she was still warm, always smiling and eternally appreciative.

Ten years ago a group of college students met and quickly became friends with Pepsi and her son Marcel. Over the years she was with us through holidays, parties, funerals, natural disasters, graduations, weddings and baby showers. Her enthusiasm could carry any gathering. Maybe she'd tell a wacky story or sing "Bye bye Blackbird" or embarrass you by shouting out how much she loved you. Without her authentic personality, those events wouldn't have been as fun or memorable.

If you took the time to see past her eccentricities you'd have found and intelligent, charming and geniunely funny woman. She had the ability to make you feel wanted and important. Despite being forgotten by some and devistated from a horrible marriage, she was never bitter, opting instead to focus on what was important to her.

Pepsi loved her mother dearly, she was proud of her son and all his achievments and would continuously rave about her daughter and grandaughter.

Simple things made her happiest; an occasional visit, a postcard, a phone call, a cheesy souvenier from some place she'd never get to visit, trips to our family parties, roses and daisy's.

She will always be an inspiration, a conversation piece and a cult hero.

Her spirit as well as her sincerity, thoughtful christmas gifts, rocking chair shuffle, mayonaise cakes and her often imitated voice will be sadly missed.

To Quote a song written about her;

Pepsi, she's riding like the wind

Bounce Bounce Pepsi

Bounce