Tillman Henderson/IF-92.158

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In Literature

Following Henderson's incineration, Runolfio Peeper wrote "The Funeral of Tillman Henderson"

The funeral was in a local dive

The only place where Tillman wasn’t banned

He’d burnt most of his bridges while alive

Now burnt himself, the crowd was less than grand

Among those gathered, there were muttered thanks

That we were finally rid this noxious pest.

A lad stepped up, known for his youtube pranks

He was the chosen speaker, he confessed.

Turns out Tillman predicted his demise

And so prepared for us some final words.

We found the opening was no surprise:

“Hey welcome, mourners all, you lousy turds!”

“I felt this day was coming,” Tillman wrote,

“And knew I really couldn’t miss the chance.

To take a moment for a swan-song gloat.

You can’t call me a liar—check my pants!

“I bet I burnt much better than did Combs

And just like Nora, death gave me no fear.

I’m sure the Crabs will make me touching poems

From the Hall of Flame, I’ll wipe those on my rear.

“I’m getting bored of writing all this trash

Thinking of you guys all sad just makes me sick

I really wish I weren’t a pile of ash

So I could tell you all to suck my…” quick

Footsteps echoed in the hall outside

And for a long moment nobody spoke

As if in a dream Tillman hadn’t died—

That he would walk in and reveal the joke.

But it was only Tillman’s father, late,

Who shuffled in with his starched suit and stayed

Just long enough so that he could extricate

The keys to his son’s orange Escalade.

And then, with little else to say, we left,

Crab teammates held Tillman’s urn up high

Like a championship trophy, and heft

His remains to where Tillman would lie.

We laid him as he asked behind the lot

Where the city buried all its toxic waste

And then we gave some mighty spits—we thought

This gesture would be much to Tillman’s taste.

As we walked away we sang a cheery tune,

To honor what from Tillman we had learned:

That death comes unexpected and too soon,

And life is best enjoyed before we’re burned.