He was fifty-five when his heart gave out and he,
the sole proprietor of a small business, struggled
to keep things afloat but he, mixing metaphors,
only hitting on six and losing money when his
wife told him to sell the monument sales busi-
ness to the cemetery and go to work for them
thus gaining a salary and probably several more
years of life, didn’t do it, didn’t do the logical
thing and instead ended his life in utter desper-
ation, leaving a family blown apart trying to pick
up the pieces only to realize there weren’t many
pieces to pick up without him.