Herschel Victor Lance

Here lies no Herschel Victor Lance Life didn’t give him a chance He fell into a vat of molten iron We buried his memory, perchance.
Written July 16, 2022
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Krutsinger Avatar
July 17, 2022 at 10:17 PM
What a way to go!
Hankins Avatar
July 18, 2022 at 8:33 AM
I'd say so. I don't think he knew what hit him.
Cunningham Avatar
July 17, 2022 at 12:29 AM
Wow, death would have been instant, what a way to go.. Tom
Hankins Avatar
July 17, 2022 at 8:33 AM
Well, I suppose that's one positive way to look at it! See my response to Ann below, which was the underlying impetus for this piece.
Tor Avatar
July 16, 2022 at 3:13 PM
Poor Herchel instead of decaying away he is rusting away. My attempt at bad humor Milton. lol Hows your eye healing?
Tor Avatar
July 16, 2022 at 8:22 PM
Wow, I read Ann's comment. True story wow.
Hankins Avatar
July 16, 2022 at 3:16 PM
No, that's fantastic, Michael. Too bad I didn't think of that, I would have worked it into the epitaph. My eye is doing fine, thank you. See what I wrote to Ann below.
Foster Avatar
July 16, 2022 at 2:18 PM
Oh my... This sounds like a bad end for this man. Ann
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July 16, 2022 at 3:15 PM
Believe it or not, Ann, this actually happened to a man who worked with my father in the old Alloy plant in West Virginia. There was simply nothing left of him to bury. I always wondered if they had to throw out that vat of molten iron. If not, his remains may be in auspicious places!
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