RIP Mr. Norovirus. He lived a short, fluffy green life, hopping from bar to bar in the hopes of finding a bat or broom to fulfill his destiny.
Not one to hog the limelight, he was proud to serve as second string entertainment after Germany won the World Cup.
He leaves behind several unwrapped starbursts, which have generously been donated to the Williamsburg squirrels. A strawberry printed ribbon dangles from a tall branch in Brooklyn in his memory.