Now I present to you my tribute to Tim, a filk of "Pepper" by the Butthole Surfers. The song was just begging for it.
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Darla met the Master
The Master she appeases
He was sharing Darla's outlook
On the topic of disease
Holtz got two holes in his neck
And Doyle was half a demon
They were all in love with dying
But their killer wasn't Whedon
Holland ran his law firm
Like a legal-minded Mayor
Then he got locked in the cellar
Angel just can't seem to care
They were all in love with dying
They were old enough to buy beer
But there's no time for a party
When you meet Tim Minear
I don't mind the script sometimes
The images it shows
Darla licks her sexy lips
Or takes off all her clothes
Characters, they feel so safe
Though that is but a lie
Cause if you hear from Tim Minear
Then you are gonna die
Some will die like Holtz's dear
A flaming aberration
Some will die like Lockley's dad
From lack of invitation
Some will fall in love but die
Through vamping by Drusilla
Doyle is wishing he had not been fried
But got salmonella
I don't mind the script sometimes
The images it shows
Liam goes from man to vamp
So deep in passion's throes
Cordy died, and Fred did too
But that was season five
If you don't hear from Tim Minear
Then you might stay alive
The mother Darla was alarmed
By peril during labor
Angel watched her stake herself
And out popped baby Connor
Then there was the ever-present
Nasal-voiced snitcher
They were all in love with dying
Merl just took too many pictures
Angel never Shanshued
But if Tim should write the end
Angel would become a human guy
Then trip and break his neck
They were all in love with dying
They weren't safe for but a second
Tim was bragging that he killed Doyle once
And he'll do it again
I don't mind the script sometimes
The images it shows
Connor getting his throat slit
Cause what Sahjhan says goes
Ask not for whom the bell tolls
For my friend, don't you see
That if you hear from Tim Minear
The bell, it tolls for thee