I Will Try In Every Way
~Epilogue~
The day he died the weather was nice and very pleasant.
He didn't die of a bullet wound.
He wasn't stabbed to death.
He was a seasoned police detective. He was well-trained. He was a true professional.
They said he died of a broken heart. They said he died because he couldn't find true love. They said over the years loneliness had eaten him up.
He had no spark left inside him. He seldom smiled. He always ate alone.
He never got married again.
He had no children.
He died on a summer day. A beautiful, bright Sunday. All the other people inside Pino's let out a collective gasp as he collapsed. Pizza margherita and beer. The last meal he had. At his usual table. The bald spot on top of his head stared back at the universe.
His death caused a stir. Then slowly the ripples died out. His desk was given to a rookie detective. His lovely two-story house was quickly sold. His favorite niece chose a stylish coffin. The funeral was beautiful. His eldest nephew broke into sobs when the lawyer read his will.
That evening, the grieving family had pasta for dinner.