I had bought a plot of land years ago and forgotten about it, went to have a look smaller than I thought. A carpenter came and built me a coffin with two floors, and as I sat on the top floor watching TV the echo of an Italian, earthquake struck and I fell down a hole. Felt wretched I had done everything right in life always paid my bills but now I had forgotten to insure my coffin. I came to the rescue centre and met a friend he wore a gold chain around his neck its in inscription read: 'One Day At a time' He had been sober for twenty years paid all bills but never laughed, so I gave him a bottle of whisky in return for his chain'and he laughed and laughed, collapsed and died. I felt desolate and cried, but a doctor came he was trained to help people who grieved, told me it wasn't my fault and that my friend was responsible for his own demise. Relieved and absolved for my sin by a man from the medical profession, (priests are so yesterday) I sold the gold chain and built a small log cabin in a forest but near a lake in case of fire.