Death, death, death online, that's what we're selling. Following on our barbaric adventures with guinea fowl (which I could not bring myself to eat, by the way), I log on to share with you the recommendation to a short story by the late Denis Johnson, an author I took notice of only upon his death, which I read about in The New Yorker several years ago.

"Triumph Over The Grave" it's called, and it can be found in his collection entitled The Largesse of the Sea Maiden.

That's it. That's all this time.