some years ago my brother joe was erecting an advertising sighn for polo mints in a little town called Manchester , he got to the last letter when the ladder slipped and he fell to his death,my mother had this moving poem carved on his gravestone that went.
Here he lies my son Joe
Who died when he fell through the letter O
When he was alive there was nobody better
But he died as he came through a hole in a letter.
(sob!!) donations only please no flowers.cash only please no cheques,used notes only please no traceable bills.
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