by David Veloz
Razorback Sam died in his suspenders, in the kitchen , over a pot of black bean stew. His daughters came in from the rain and played hearts by the radio, and when they got hungry, they found him in the stew. Two coronets and a tuba played at the funeral, and Sam's poker club danced in the hall . They schemed how to find his war bonds and wondered if the crystal clown with the yellow balloons was worth anything at all. Mary Lee Davis stood by the coffin and drank margueritas and Spanish gin . She put fresh lipstick on and waited for the tears, and when no one was looking, she dropped Sam's bowling ball in. They drove him down to Austin in the back of a truck and buried him by the side of the road . That night his daughters found his will behind the mayonnaise in the fridge, and they read it while their steaks got cold. It said he left his revolver to the dog, his money to the girls, and everything else to God knows who, and please don't let him die without some brass rag music and a pot of black bean stew.