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Scott Hall laid to rest

Scott Hall was buried yesterday and his son Cody posted a lengthy message on Instagram along with a photo of Kevin Nash, Diamond Dallas Page, Sean Waltman, Shawn Michaels, and Triple H near the grave.

“We buried my father yesterday. And I guess it was the last step in the process, but it still feels like I’m going through a ton. Being my dad’s son wasn’t always easy, in fact it used to feel really hard sometimes, he was hard sometimes,” Cody wrote.

“But it feels different now, not my burden to bear but my torch to carry going forward. A legacy from a legend. It feels like he’s with me now. The whole world feels different now. I feel so different now. Death is part of the circle of life, and my father lives through me.”

Cody wrote that his father was his best friend and taught him everything he knows. “And I’ll never ever forget it. I love you dad,” he wrote.

Scott passed away on March 14 at the age of 63 after suffering three heart attacks stemming from surgery.


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Colin Vassallo
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Colin Vassallo has been editor of Wrestling-Online since 1996. He is born and raised in Malta, follows professional wrestling and MMA, loves to travel, and is a big Apple fan!

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