This Little Patch of Grass That Is Mine — Stephen Donald Huff

If you had known him as a young man, you would not be surprised to learn he ended up on the coroner's slab with a bullet hole in his forehead. Yet, if you knew him as a man, this is the last fate you would imagine for him. This is one man's tale of the grave, of how he avoided it for so long, and of how he came to it in the end. We all got it coming. The start doesn't always dictate the end, but the end is certain, nonetheless.