Who fell out of life,
in a fashion most suitable,
in fact it doesn’t surprise me at all.

He and I spent hours together,
and he was always the life and humor,
of our little conversations,
and I rarely spoke at all. He always
talked of politics and philosophy and
the peculiarities of this terrible world.

And I mourn the day,
that he climbed up that ladder,
screwed in that bulb and fell right
on his head, exiting the world in his
typical manner.
R.I.P. Kurt
Vonnegut