My name is Vince. My fiancee, Jen, was Amy Joy's BEST, BEST FRIEND. I had the privilege of spending many moments with Amy, good times and bad. While I knew Amy was a Good Person, as witnessed by the effect she had on Jen, I didn't realize just how many lives she touched until her untimely demise.

I first met Matt when he walked in uninvited to my home late one night, in an obsessive search for Amy. As long as I knew Amy, I knew Matt. I never
trusted Matt, and made my opinion crystal clear to all who would hear.
After a few choice words that I gave Matt for barging into my home uninvited, I knew he was nothing but a lying schemer, a person who cared for nothing but his own pathetic little world. While he may have treated some people in that world good, it was only for some benefit to himself that only he knew about. The final chilling example of his selfishness was exhibited that fateful April morning.

I'm not sure why he did what he did (although I have a fairly good idea), but I am sure that nothing can bring Amy back. While my anger at what that little s--t did still lingers, I can only reflect on the times I spent with
Amy, and the countless ways that I am better for it.