Obituary Poetry

Is there anything f unnier than obituary poetryV The Atlanta Constitution bringstolight tliis: Aaron has croseed tbe river ABd climbed the stairs so hih; He is warm, trat we're lelt to shiver- Good-bye, Aaron, good-bye. That word "warm" seems to be paiir fully suggestive of dire possibilitiesThe couplet, however, as a whole, is hardly up to the standard of a qua" train printed a year ago in a Chicago paper, which read. The window was open, The curtain was drawn, An Antfel flew by, And Jimmy was gone.