Terry Alan Olson, born on August 2, 1984, and passed away on July 20, 2024, was a beloved individual who brought laughter and joy to those around him. Born in the windiest Lake Around and most recently residing in his head, Terry lived life to the fullest.

Terry had a zest for life and enjoyed engaging in various hobbies such as fucking around, talking shit, getting laid, and being loud as fuck. He recently became a vegetarian, finding a newfound appreciation for shrubs. His favorite pastimes included indulging in Crown peach and sleeping in; two activities that brought him great pleasure.

Known for his unique sense of humor, Terry was often referred to as the number one little bitch, despite approaching his 40th birthday as the only son to his parents. Butter fuckin pecan was his preferred ice cream flavor, as he always enjoyed cream on his nuts. His favorite place in the world was at the top of shut the fuck up mountain.

Terry, also known as Terrance, T, Little Bitch, strep, Torrence, and Mongolian man, left a lasting impact on the lives of those who knew him. He had a talent for making people laugh and was loved for his witty remarks and funny antics. While some may have wanted to beat him up, deep down, they cherished his presence.

In terms of his professional life, Terry's greatest achievement was meeting his best friend, Gina. Their bond was a testament to the impact he had on others. Terry's favorite quotes, "Am I talking fucked up?", "It was a joke," and "I hate you," reflected his unique perspective on life.

Terry Alan Olson will be remembered for his humor, lovable nature, and ability to bring joy to those around him. He leaves behind cherished memories and a legacy of laughter. May he rest in peace.

NOTE: This is fake obituary meant to help a friend see the silver lining in surviving health scare.