“And then we had the wake. It was lovely with tears and laughter, roar and uproar. Nobody died. Well, only a little. We all died a little. But death mostly let us be. Death seemed to think there was, for us, a fate worse than it. Which left us alive in the end, and so very, very drunk.” WritingBooksNewspapersNovelsSouthern Literature Author:'Come Again No More,' David Wesley Williams