Two guys carried the man out on a stretcher last night. Someone had thoughtfully draped an American flag over his body because it was thought that the man was a Vietnam vet. He had been dead for weeks, lying undiscovered until a neighbor realized he hadn't seen the man for about a month.
I don't get around very well these days, but if I had known he was friendless I would have made an effort to meet with him, have a chat. Talk about sports, or life, or anything. I would have offered him a cigar. Nobody should die so friendless that his body lies decomposing, rotting, until being discovered.