Every night I pray to Ed. I have bought 300 of these candles and have loved each and every one of them. Every night before I go to bed I speak to him. And sometimes he answers, his voice floating through my window like that of angel, preaching his divine wisdom to me: "They say I'm up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator". I weep, for I know that nothing I can do will bring me before him in all his glory. I try to extinguish the prayer candle but Ed's spirit is too strong. The flames grow higher as I come to peace with my creator and accept my future as Ed's disciple.