I’m in the play this semester, a production based off of Edgar Lee Master’s 1915 collection of poems Spoon River Anthology. It’s set in a graveyard, featuring the monologues of the deceased inhabitants of a small town. So for our bulletin, we’re doing something new: instead of a short bio, we all get to write our own epitaphs. I composed this gem of lyrical grace:
Here’s Adam Rowe As dead as sin ‘Twas finals week That did him in.