In the dark corner of the room, br information was received br that her husband had expired br and was worthy of the grave br as the party began to fizzle out br like the last mist of a summer shower. br br Sometimes death is met with depression, br sometimes with revelation and confession, br at times, merely with regret or fascination, br but God have mercy when it is met br with relief or jubilation. br br She was silent and far from crying, br I hated to shake a dead man’s hand br in gratitude for dying, br but opportunity is ever present br in the lonely pursuit of love.