Open the HODOR!

For a couple years now, my friends and I have gathered every Sunday to gorge on food and watch Game of Thrones.  To gain entry to my friend's apartment, we usually need to shout up to the second floor porch to ask to be let inside.  Of course, this evolved into a simple, repetitive bellowing session of the name HODOR!  As we would walk along the street, approaching the apartment, the playful bellowing would ensue and be answered with more chants of "HODOR! HODOR!  Open the HODOR!"
Well, now, despite our broken hearts, we will bravely forge on and continue our tradition.

In Memory, you big lugg.

 You can't keep a giant down, man.  Oh, and Summer is alive.  I don't care what you say.  Shaggy dog, too.