it was a very dreary grey day (much like today) it was a very wrinkled old man with a blue bowtie with yellow polka dots who stared out his window into the fog and said "today will be a perfectly lovely day to die"
he took his cane and slowly slowly slowly got his coat (it was tattered and wrinkled and worn)
he considered calling his daughter to say goodbye but she was always too busy with that desk job of hers (she had not come home for christmas that year)
he did however say goodbye to his wife "goodbye" he said "i love you horribly see you soon" he left a dozen tulips (she had always hated roses) on the grass in front of the marker which he had chosen so carefully
then slowly slowly slowly walked home bones (and soul) creaking as he went
he straightened his little blue bowtie with the yellow polka dots and laid down on his side of their bed (he didn't want to wrinkle her side - he had enough wrinkles for the both of them) he smiled and said "goodbye house thanks for the memories be good to whoever gets you next" and closed his eyes
then slowly slowly slowly
went to sleep
(he & his wife now live in a lovely gated community on the upper east side of elsewhere)