Errol was excited. Well, not so much excited as pleased. He had worked as an academic all his life, in the field of electromagnetic radiation, so getting excited was little over the top. His birthday was next Tuesday, and the following Monday, exactly at midnight, he should get his first pension payment. His wife, Siobhan, was a little older and had been getting the pension for more than a year.
As had been done for Siobhan, the first pension pay out (it was a little rule the two of them had) was to be spent on oneself! Errol knew exactly what he was going to get with his pension money: books!
In the weeks leading up to his birthday he scoured the internet. In the end he had ordered twenty-six books, and paid for them including postage. He suggested to Siobhan that she collect the mail through the coming days and store the books in a hidden pile. Then on his birthday all the books would be there! What a way to start the pension! What a feast of present opening!
The books arrived in dribs and drabs. Siobhan collected the mail and stored the books in a closet. The morrow saw his birthday! Except, not even a barrage of canon fire could have woken him.
“He died quietly, with his wife at his side.”
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She may have poisoned him.
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Honest to God, Bruce. I was expecting debt not death.
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With the cost of funerals these days, debt is almost an inevitability!
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He (Bruce) has us just a little bit conditioned, eh?
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!!
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We shouldn’t be. It’s always something pretty awful. I will always expect he worst from now on, unless it’s music!
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Ah – perhaps we should sing the stories…
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Then it would be like the blues–snappy tune, sad story…
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What a way to announce the end. If he could, the Old Bard in repose at Stratford-upon-Avon would approve.
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The Old Bard would have a considerably higher number of dead bodies on stage at the end!
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I suspected that Errol would never get to enjoy the fruits of his labours…
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It doesn’t pay to read books…
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Went to bed dreaming of books. Worse way since to go.
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At my age it doesn’t pay to go to bed at all.
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Hahah Bruce
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