A man I knew was an elder in his church, took care of the building and grounds and was a key holder. He played Santa Claus every year in our community. He looked the part, had long white hair and a long white beard and was kind to all. He bought an extra bag of dog food and fed stray dogs and any dog in our community that came through his yard. I thought so highly of him. His sister (a b!tch) went to pick him up for homecoming Sunday at church and (she says) he was dead in his chair, p*** on the tv and his private was out and she had to put it back in his pants before the paramedics got there. He’d been dead a couple days, according to them. I don’t know if she told me this hoping I’d tell everybody and make me look bad or if it is the truth I don’t want to believe it. I never told a soul but I can’t believe that about that sweet old man.