OUT AT THE BARN, reaching for a cold beer, I noticed a deceased fly stiffened out inside of the refrigerator, and removed him without delay.
Later, while becoming one with the beer, I pondered how that poor fly must have dealt with his moment of doom. He must have been frightened for quite some time.
I went back to look and found evidence of his last expressions left in a note:
“I never thought it would end this way…”
Thwarticus 