reflection upon a rich mans passing.
++++++++++++++++++++++++
the corpse didn't even have
a
chance to cool before everyone
he
loved who supposedly loved
him
started fighting viciously over
all
of the material shit he left behind.
a few people made half-hearted
attempts
to glorify him and his many real
and/or
perceived life-achievements,
but at the end of the day i felt
sad
for the bastard.
(and pretty damn happy that i'm
poor, and will likely die so.)
j.stephen.h.
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