The news came into town like the flu, rubbing the sleep from the eyes of the people, Clearing them to see the words in pixels of ink spelling out what had happened. Mothers dropped plates, car brakes screeched, the cats and dogs stopped in the middle of their whims, and the gums got to flappin' in the hospital-sheened caskets on wheels where forgotten old folks were left to feel forgotten. The collective energy of all this dudeβs friends and family rose and pushed the clouds in a mushroom, A rude intrusion into the heavens, where little old ladies and blindsided grammar schoolers had convinced themselves he was sitting, looking down in somber remembrances, happy thoughts, shared joys, and all that jazz. They piled into cars and trooped to the viewing, to cry and behold a waxinine figure with a painted smile.
Then they kicked dirt into the hole in the ground and left him to rot.