One of my favorite poems is about suicide.
I don't know remember who wrote it or where
I heard it. I've tried to find it on the
web, but no luck. It goes something like

To the Student Humorist, a Suicide at 30

We celebrate your ribald memory
oh dour-face youth who carved the mourner's bench
with knife of wit for weary eyes to see,
your agile turn of phrase designed to wrench
chuckles from teachers, chortles from the crowd,
your friends, your enemies in boredom's chains
eager to break their bondage, laugh aloud.

I now recall your grin, reward for pains to lift the load,
to turn the fun side out, to poke the rib of joy , evoke a shout,
prick vanity's balloon, shoot greed's kite down.
Your pungent wit we savored for a while,
and even now, remembering, we smile.


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