This is a follow-up to a previous post. Please scroll down to catch the beginning.
I used to own a combination neighborhood watering hole and tombstone shop called “Coffin’s Corner.” Oddly enough, this unique tandem made for a very successful enterprise. The good citizens of Edison County, those who came in for an occasional drink anyway, liked to sit around the bar with their favorite beverages and make up their own epitaphs. The merits and demerits of each creation were discussed at some length and with an almost sobering degree of seriousness. Individual favorites would be scribbled down on small cardboard replicas and tacked up on the “Wall of Iniquity.” Most of them, it seems, would be replaced with a regularity born of endless renewed insights.
[to be continued . . . ]