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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

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 7/17/2022 10:17:00 PM

What a way to go!

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

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?

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

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!