Okay, so Poe died a really long time ago, but the good news is, according to The Guardian, he’s finally getting a real funeral.
“It began badly when he was found, aged 40, wandering the streets of Baltimore, penniless, raving unintelligibly, dressed in someone else’s clothes, possibly having been beaten up. He died four days later, on October 7 1849, in hospital, having uttered the final words: “Lord, help my poor soul.”"
His cousin, the only one who was told of his death, neglected to tell many people, so he never got an appropriate funeral. Now he gets one. Nice idea, right?
If only the intentions were pure. From the article:
Lovely. Here’s a final thought, from the unnamed narrator of Poe’s “The Pit and the Pendulum:” “And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave.”