In the night he died, he

Drank his favorite beer. Watched

Football on TV, and argued with

His neglected wife for

Three and a half minutes


Remembering that he had

To call his mother, but


In the night

He died, he ate

Beef and mashed potatoes, or

Something like that.

He went to bed heavy like a whale. Self absorbed

Like a thirteen year old

Spoiled kid. He

Slept on his right side, and didn’t say goodnight

To the woman of his

Youth. He just snored until

His final moment

Of ordinariness. Next to him, his wife

Woke up scared, but secretly

Relieved when she noticed

The lack of breathing. A heart

Attack?, they asked. A heart attack…

She said.

Oh, it wasn’t such a big loss,





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