Some young men die in their beds

I sit on the well-worn couch in the back of the room and smooth my black skirt. Other visitors shuffle in with long faces and moist eyes focused on the floor. In the front of the room a 32-year-old man lies in a wooden box. He died in his bed as the consequence of hard living.

Photo Credit: Mark Hillary

Two years ago I sat on a different couch in a different room with the same sorrowful faces. Another young man in the same family died in his bed, the consequence of hard living.

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