“At 2:00 sharp on the afternoon of his internment, with his body resting in a casket in the front room of his home, the pallbearers--all bridge players--stuck a deck of cards in Mr. Hampton's cold hands, shut the lid over his head, and played bridge.” HumorBridgeSouthern FictionSouthern LitSouthern LiteratureSouthern HumorBridge PlayingCard Playing Book:Dogwood Blues Source: Dogwood Blues