Basic Black

Basic black, they chatter like fiancees choosing flatware, obits their compulsion, scanning through the fineprint for fatalities today. "Albert Johnson, such a young one, taken by his Maker, leaving children, such a shame!" A hunger for the details drives these gannets to their prey. They're not too far behind, and that's the reason for their passion, death and taxes, final call. Professional, they'll travel thirty miles to pay respects, their only consolation now that Frank and Jim are gone. Memories are treasures they will contemplate while waiting, in resignation, ready for their turn.