This is a sad day, my friends.
One of the cornerstones of our franchise, a man who was here through feast and through famine, who captured our hearts and our souls, is gone forever, riding off into the sunset on a white horse.
But do not be sad, gentle Twelves, for while he may be gone from this plane, his memory lives on in our hearts. I like to think there's a Darren Fells in all of us. His [number not assigned] jersey will share a proud space on my wall next to my signed neon green Lofa Tatupu jersey* so that that I may pass his legend on to on to my children, once they get around to actually existing. Lazy theoretical kids. You didn't get this kind of thing in my day.
I know that we can never truly replace such a Seattle legend, but we'll all have to manage the best we can.
*I was on the toilet surfing the interwebs, in case anyone was wondering.
**He wrote "Best wishes [my real name]." Oh my god! Lofa Tatupu knows who I am!