Never had a friend in his troubled life. Sat in the attic with the curtain closed letting silent tears fall to the floor - never smiled, tittered, snickered, guffawed or chuckled. Pasted faded rose leaves in a moldy old album of his relatives' frayed and brittle photographs, most of whose hearts had been broken. Took no nourishment except for a handful of dried leaves at twilight and a little rainwater. Expired on a sad sleepy Saturday afternoon in late December and was placed in a tomb in the Mossy Sleep Cemetery in Dismal Seepage, Ohio.