“I didn’t see you at Alvin’s funeral. I thought if anybody, you’d be there.”
“His, his what?”
“You didn’t know? Oh, God. I’m so sorry.”
“What happened?”
He was crushed by a giant roll of newspaper print.
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This one would make a great short story. Wow!
Oh god. I'm so sorry.
It's probably the most absurd thing that never happened to me.
I mean, how bizzare is that? He was working in a Smurfit Newsprint plant when a giant roll of newsprint got stuck in the machinery. He decided to climb in to fix the jam and well, I guess it worked. Can you imagine?
I'm just glad that we had reconciled. He treated me like shit for years and I let him, but one day he came back to me after a long absence and asked for forgiveness. He let me berate him for all the ways he screwed me over with the condition that he couldn't protest a single word I said. After some hours, I was finished. I forgave him and we both felt better. It's a powerful thing. To forgive and be forgiven.
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