Sir Buffett was born in the age when color TVs were still all the rage and yet chose to live his life in a perpetual state of "island time." A connoisseur of flip-flops, he pioneered the fine art of "beach bumming" before it was even an art, let alone fine.
He once said life's a beach, and then, apparently, you fly off into the sunset (hopefully on a seaplane). We believe that's exactly what he did. We did try to get a comment from the parrots about his demise, but they were too busy being parrotheads.
Survived by his millions of fans, his legacy of making the world believe every hour is a happy hour will remain. We hope, wherever he is, there's an endless supply of margaritas, cheeseburgers in paradise, and of course, that ever-elusive shaker of salt.
In lieu of flowers, it's suggested that one just chill, sip a cold beverage, and remember Jimmy by humming a beachy tune. We're all just here for a short visit; Jimmy just decided to extend his stay on another island.
Farewell, Jimmy. May the tides be ever in your favor and the cocktails ever cold. 🍹