Charles Cowling
  My man’s gone now Ain’t no use a listenin’ For his tired footsteps Climbin’ up the stairs Old man sorrow’s Come to keep me company Whisperin’ beside me When I say my prayers When I say my prayers He come around He come up, he come around Ain’t that
Charles Cowling
  This post is reproduced with permission from Jayd Kent’s One Queer Femme Anatomy blog. It describes the first-ever pop-up death cafe, the brainchild of Jon Underwood, curator of the Death Cafe blog and one of the nicest and, underneath that, brainiest people you could meet. A death cafe is