Death—the word is spoken with low and hushed voice, with ominous tone. I suppose I first became acquainted with death as a small child in Rochester, Minnesota, where my brother Natty and I would wake up early on rainy Saturdays and eat bowls of Wheaties and watch the cartoons on television...
"A Normal Death,"
Sketch: Vol. 39
, Article 2.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol39/iss2/2