An Epitaph

my high school english teacher... way way back when insisted that I write an epitaph as an exercise. however sharing it as a piece of writing over the years has gotten some really bizarre reactions.. i share it though because, well, i like it as a piece of writing.. by the way its totally fiction.

A good man died on a New York street:

off the curb and under the sheet.

His very last step:

yellow cab, black check.

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end of An Epitaph - unfortunately under word limit

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