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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 © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022

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Caren Krutsinger Date: 7/17/2022 10:17:00 PM What a way to go! Login to Reply L Milton Hankins Date: 7/18/2022 8:33:00 AM I'd say so. I don't think he knew what hit him.

Tom Cunningham Date: 7/17/2022 12:29:00 AM Wow, death would have been instant, what a way to go.. Tom Login to Reply L Milton Hankins Date: 7/17/2022 8:33:00 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.

Michael Tor Date: 7/16/2022 3:13:00 PM Poor Herchel instead of decaying away he is rusting away. My attempt at bad humor Milton. lol Hows your eye healing? Login to Reply Michael Tor Date: 7/16/2022 8:22:00 PM Wow, I read Ann's comment. True story wow. L Milton Hankins Date: 7/16/2022 3:16:00 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.

Ann Foster Date: 7/16/2022 2:18:00 PM Oh my... This sounds like a bad end for this man. Ann Login to Reply L Milton Hankins Date: 7/16/2022 3:15:00 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!