Organised by his friends and band mates, den Atelier became host to hundreds of musicians, fans, and friends who filled every corner of the place.
The place was rammed from the start, and the taps ran dry barely two hours in – which, let’s be honest, Pascal would’ve found brilliant.
One after another, bands and best friends got up and played their hearts out in his memory. Nobody was trying to be slick or perfect – it was about passion and connection, the kind of raw, real moments Pascal loved. There were laughs, smiles, and a few tears, in a Sunday that was equal parts bittersweet and beautiful.
Even though he wasn’t physically there, you could feel Pascal everywhere – in the noise, the hugs, the music, and the empty beer taps. It wasn’t a goodbye. It was a ‘you will never be forgotten’.
Rest in peace, Pascal.
