Our Man in Europe, dave delacroix, IN MEXICO: The Cancun Diaries, No. 46: YOU DIED!

 

Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/in MEXICO; The Cancun Diaries, No.46: YOU DIED!

Death -Cometh-soonest, like it or not? There-s a FLURRY on you Facebook, piteous grandiose-lamenting, A GROAN from your Creditors, CRITICS reluctantly scribble some personal sentiment a'la mildly-worded VENOM; your EX-Wife is in Ecstacy, BUYS a new Maserati, your KIDS, mostly, confused bout your Un-expected itinerary wonder if they can skip the next semester, your Accountant is burning the Books, your Banker is glad to be rid of you?  ALL that Stuff?...You DIED.

Death-Cometh-Soonest. WORD gets out. A DOZEN old loves lament you passing; One, so affected, commits Suicide: she O.D-s on Heroine. She leaves a tear-drenched Note. Nobody reads it. A bunch of Old Shipmates get LOADED/crash their Bargee/piss off the Canal-Authorities for WEEKS! And your 1,000 Facebook "friends", BLANK, wondering, so USED to your Chatter/"joi da vie" post suggestive "Selfies" in hopes of response then, through LACK OF, then post pictures of their CAT or plant-Cacti in a bad mood....YOU DIED.

Death-comes-soonest, maybe UN-expected? The "Cousins" you never HEARD of plough through the "rectus" of your furniture, bric-a-brac, old photos/Videos/Clothes, check out your still-wearable shoes, that old Guitar, keepsakes, bits and bobs? Pretty soon, nothing left  to pillage! And then there-s suddenly a STRANGER in this throng! WHO DAT!? Some GAL you never heard of. The Sister of the GAL who O.D-ed? Who Dat!? some BRO? The Ship-mate who, crying in YOUR name, crashed the Bargee? And all a-flutter, your last NUMBER, your Swan-song, but would you know it?...YOU DIED.

c.2021/davedelacroix/on the coco-bongo beach/cancun-mexico/so far, alive and kicking.