Others were about robberies being foiled by vigilantes quoting Pulp Fiction, Facebook implementing a $2.99 monthly fee, or the exploits of Fappy the Anti-Masturbation Dolphin, a satirical pro-Christian character preaching the evils of self-love. Some involved celebrities - like Bill Murray launching a nationwide “party-crashing tour” or street artist Banksy being arrested. Many of his stories, which were posted on sites like or that masqueraded as legitimate news organizations, went viral, hoodwinked millions, and fooled media outlets. Paul was a satirist and prankster who, over the last five years, became famous across the internet for the hoaxes and fake articles he created. He’s also been interviewed by countless reporters about his brother. It sucks for my mom, it sucks for me, it sucks for everybody around him,” J.J. “Oh yeah, it’s not a fun experience whatsoever. In the six weeks since, J.J.’s life has been all about his brother’s death.īesides packing up everything in Paul’s apartment in the Garfield neighborhood and moving it to The Compound, J.J.’s had to break the bad news to friends, take care of his mother and younger brother (who has special needs), and deal with his own grief, which has been overwhelming. “I pretty much just boxed it up and I haven't really gone through a lot of it.”Ī lot of what’s in this shed, as well as a couple of others at The Compound, became J.J.’s after Paul died on September 18 of what’s believed to be an accidental drug overdose. “I brought it all here just 'cause I'm not going to get a storage unit or anything and I have some extra space,” J.J. It contains various notes, ephemera, and childhood mementos, including baby teeth and a drawing of “The Nicotine Rabbit,” a character they came up with as kids. There’s also a large cardboard box with the words “OG Paul Box” written in marker across the top. “A lot of artwork he got from me over the years.” There’s a framed certificate Paul won from a writing contest, fading photos from his Little League days, small cards with uplifting messages he’d give to homeless people, and various paintings that J.J. Swinging open the door, the local artist begins pulling out items. Inside the structure located in the dirt-filled backyard of The Compound art complex in Tempe, are the possessions of his late brother, comedian, writer, and prankster Paul Horner. Horner pops open a padlock on the door of a vibrantly painted wooden shed.