91 years of knowledge, study, hard work, fitness, history, has been reduced to a couple of handfuls of ashes I have to assume are his. 55 years in the shoe business and he is now in a plastic box a pair of shoes wouldn't fit in. A plastic box with a paper label that now sits inside a small concrete septic tank-looking shell by now covered over and gone forever.

The insult to the injury is that he was buried like this on April Fool's Day.

And it affect anyone or anything outside of my family, and my sister and her husband; she's bedridden from back surgery 2 days before he passed on and her husband had to be there to take care of her. My dad yesterday had a whopping sendoff of five people, no service, just watched the guy put the small box inside the bigger box and put the lid on it.

Buried next to my mom, my grandmother, and near my stepmother, all in their caskets that were at their funerals that he paid for, all of them. And this is how he goes out.

It just isn't fair, people. It just isn't fair.